#haewon smut

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Beach Day

length: +3k words

Genre: smut

Nmixx Haewon x Male Reader

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The bell rang, signaling the end of the day. Your teacher dismissed the class as the sound of shuffling bags and miscellaneous chatter filled the room.

“Yo, Minhyuk!”

You turn to your best friend, Junseo, who was sat next to you.

“Did you invite anyone to our beach party yet? Jaewon and I already got Lily and Yoona to tag along,” he asks. Your stomach dropped at the question.

“U-uh, no, sorry. I think I’ll just sit this one out, you guys go and have fun without me,” you say.

Junseo sighs, annoyed at your lame excuse. “Dude, quit being a bitch and ask Haewon already. The worst thing she’ll say is no.”

You and your friends had planned on going to the beach this weekend, and Jaewon suggested that all three of you would invite a girl to make things more “interesting”. It’s not that you didn’t have any girl to invite; it’s quite the opposite. You had your eyes dead set on one girl: Oh Haewon. You’ve had a crush on her since you first laid eyes on her and you would gladly sell your limbs if it meant getting to spend one second alone with her. There’s only one problem - She’s the most popular girl in school, and you were just… You.

“That’s the thing, Junseo. She’s obviously gonna say no,” you reason as you grab your things and exit the classroom, Junseo following closely behind you. 

“Why do you think we invited Lily and Yoona? Those three are close, of course Haewon is gonna say yes.” Junseo suddenly grabs your shoulders, stopping you in your tracks. “Speak of the devil, they’re right there.” He points towards the end of the hallway where, lo and behold, Haewon, Lily, and Yoona were talking.

You gulp as your throat suddenly becomes dry. Even in a simple school uniform, she was the most beautiful girl you have ever seen. The overwhelming feeling of attraction towards her makes your heart race, which has the unfortunate side effect of turning you into a blubbering nervous wreck.

Junseo starts pushing you towards her. “C’mon dude, just go and ask her.” You try to stop him, but your legs are practically wet spaghetti noodles at this point. Before you know it, you find yourself right in front of the three girls, their eyes staring back at you.

“H-Hae… H-hhhhh… Hi…” you stutter breathlessly. Junseo smacks the back of your head, bringing you back to your senses.

“Hello ladies, my friend Minhyuk here has something to ask Haewon,” he says, patting your shoulder reassuringly.

You awkwardly clear your throat, staring at the ground as you’re too intimidated to look her in the eye. “U-uh, do you wanna… go to the beach with us tomorrow?” You brace yourself, expecting rejection.

“Yeah, sure, sounds like fun!” she says in a bright, cheery tone. You couldn’t believe your ears at first. Your lips curved onto a goofy smile as Junseo held you up from fainting, your legs reduced to jelly.

“Cool, we’ll see you girls tomorrow then,” Junseo says as he drags you away. Right as you round the corner, you see Haewon and the other two giggling amongst themselves.

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*Beep beep beep*

You groan as you shut off the alarm on your phone. 7:00 am. You had a couple hours before Jaewon would pick you up for your beach trip. The excitement from being able to spend alone time with Haewon made you restless, so you decided to put in a quick workout to make sure you looked your best for the beach. While you weren’t an athlete like Junseo and Jaewon were, they always forced you to go to the gym with them, resulting in you having a pretty solid physique that you hoped Haewon would notice.

Time flies by, and after a shower and getting your stuff ready, you hear a honk from outside, signaling Jaewon’s arrival. You head outside and see Junseo hanging his head out of the passenger side window.

“Yo Minhyuk! Hurry up and get your ass in the car!” he yells, a mischievous smirk adorned on his face. You give him a weird look before opening the door to the back, only to be faced with Lily and Yoona.

“Hey, Minhyuk.”

“Hiiiii.”

You give them an awkward nod, feeling a little confused. You assumed the girls would be going in a different car and the three of you would meet them at the beach.

“Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, I went ahead and picked up the girls since they live close,” Jaewon says, looking at you through the rear view mirror with a smirk on his face. Jaewon was the most soft spoken out of the three of you, but he always had some kind of trick up his sleeve. You scoot next to Lily, oblivious to whatever he was planning.

“Alright, we just gotta pick up Haewon and then we’ll be good to go. The back is only meant to seat three, but I’m sure you guys don’t mind squeezing her in there, right?” Jaewon says, his smirk growing into a full on toothy smile. Your eyes go wide with shock as the realization hits you - he was planning on smushing you in the back with Haewon. While you weren’t completely opposed to the idea, you can only imagine how much of an awkward mess you’re going to be with her practically breathing down your neck. After a short drive, Jaewon stops in front of what you assume is Haewon’s house.

“I’ll tell her that we’re here,” Lily says, typing on her phone. You gulp, suddenly feeling very anxious. The girl of your dreams was about to be squished next to you and you were almost 100% sure that you would find a way to fumble this. While lost in thought, the car door opens, revealing a smiling Haewon wearing baggy sweatpants and a white, tight fitting tank top that accentuated her breasts.

“Hey guys!” she greets. Lily and Yoona greet her back, while all you can muster is an awkward hand wave.

“Yo Haewon, are you alright with squeezing in the back next to Minhyuk?” Junseo asks, a sly twinkle in his eyes. Your only wish right now is to strangle his neck with the seatbelt.

“Yeah, that should be fine,” Haewon replies as she scoots next to you. You give Lily and Yoona an apologetic look as you push them to make room for Haewon. Miraculously, the four of you are able to successfully pack together like a can of sardines. The soft skin of Haewon’s arm brushes against you, causing your cock to spring to life from the sudden contact. You mentally facepalm as you try to focus on something else, hoping none of the girls notice your bulge.

“Yoona, you can come sit on my lap if it’s too cramped back there,” Junseo says.

“In your dreams, pervert,” Yoona says, grimacing. The rest of the car erupts into laughter while Junseo sulks in his seat.

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Junseo and the girls fell asleep on the drive to the beach, while you were way too excited to even think about sleep. 

“Wake up y’all. We’re here,” Jaewon says, shaking Junseo awake. All of you step out of the car, taking in the warm sun and the salty scent of the ocean. You, Jaewon, and Junseo grab your stuff from the trunk while the girls excitedly run towards the sea, kicking up sand behind them.

“Yo Minhyuk, did you have fun back there?” Jaewon teases. You punch his arm in rage while he chuckles at you.

“I fucking hate you, man.”

Junseo wraps his arm around your shoulder. “Chill out dude, we’re just trying to help you out. Remember, you would have bailed on us if I didn’t shove you towards Haewon.” He slaps your back before heading in the direction of the girls.

“He’s right. You're basically a mess without us,” Jaewon says, snickering to himself. A feeling of determination suddenly fills you up. You were dead set on having a good time with Haewon and, if things went well, you would confess your feelings to her by the end of the night. With a huff, you march through the sand, following behind your friends.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been to the beach,” Haewon remarks. “Thanks for inviting me, Minhyuk.” She turns to you, flashing a bright smile.

At that moment, all your confidence immediately leaves your body. “Y-yeah, n-no problem, hehe…” you stutter awkwardly. To make things worse, you catch Haewon covering her mouth in an attempt to hide her laughter.

Jaewon places a large picnic blanket on the sand while you set up the umbrella. Junseo sets down a bag of snacks and a cooler full of drinks, completing the preparations. 

“Thank you boyssss,” Yoona says. “Alright, let’s hurry up and get in the water!”

The three of you can’t help but stare in awe as the girls start stripping, revealing their bikini clad bodies underneath. While Lily and Yoona had nice bodies, all of your focus was on Haewon. Her bright yellow bikini top revealed a generous amount of cleavage, while her matching bottoms left practically nothing to the imagination. You felt yourself drool as you imagined getting to explore her smooth curves with your hands.

“Hey perverts, are you gonna join us or not?” Yoona yells, snapping the three of you back to your senses. Jaewon and Junseo quickly discard their shirts before running into the ocean, joining Lily and Yoona. You start to do the same before noticing Haewon, who was sitting underneath the shade of the umbrella.

“Aren’t you gonna go in the water?” you ask her.

“I want to, but I completely forgot my sunscreen at home like an idiot,’ she says, sighing disappointedly. “I’d rather not risk getting sunburnt, y’know?”

You rummage through your bag and pull out a small bottle of sunscreen. “Here, you can use some of mine.” 

She flashes you a bright smile as she takes the bottle from your hand. “Thank you, Minhyuk! You’re a lifesaver!” 

“”Y-yeah, no problem.” Your cock begins to stir in your swimming trunks as you watch her rub the white cream into her smooth skin, your mind filling with sinful thoughts. Then, the unthinkable happens.

“Hey Minhyuk, do you think you could put some sunscreen on my back?” Words you’ve only ever heard in the beginnings of cheap porn films have now come out of Haewon’s mouth. You try to keep a calm expression as she hands you the bottle of sunscreen. 

“Y-y-yeah, I c-can do that,” you stutter, trying and failing to maintain your composure. Thankfully, Haewon doesn’t notice as she lies on her stomach, giving you the perfect chance to ogle her cute ass, barely covered by her bikini bottoms. With trembling hands, you squirt some sunscreen on your fingers and begin gently massaging into her back. 

“Mmmmm, you have such strong hands,” she says, moaning from your touch. You felt your heart pound in your chest with excitement as your hands caressed her lower back. Her skin was as smooth as you had imagined, your fingers easily gliding over her curves. This intimate situation felt like a dream come true that you never wanted to wake up from.

“Oh Minhyuk, that feels so good.” You felt your ears burn bright red as your cock stood at full attention. Everything else faded away as you focused on giving Haewon the best massage you could muster. The sunscreen acted as lube as you gently pushed your digits into her back, eliciting more moans. It became a game to you as you figured out which spots she liked most. Your breathing became heavy with arousal as the chorus of Haewon’s moans filled your ears.

Suddenly, Haewon sits up and grabs your wrists, glaring at you. You gulp, worried that you may have taken things too far. Without a word, she pulls you up and drags you away from the picnic blanket.

“U-uh, Haewon? Where are we going?”

She ignores you as she drags you behind a large boulder, away from everyone else. Her demeanor suddenly turns timid as a pink blush appears on her cheeks and her shaky eyes are unable to meet yours.

“Haewon? What’s wrong?” you ask, becoming increasingly bewildered by her behavior. Despite the circumstances, you couldn’t help but find her cute as she nervously twiddled with her fingers, her impressive cleavage on full display.

“U-um, I’m sorry if this is weird, but that massage got me all h-hot and…” Her words trailed off as the pink on her cheeks evolved into tomato red.  You couldn’t believe her words at first. Did Haewon want you to…? Without hesitation, you pulled her closer and smashed your lips against hers. Your gamble pays off as she wraps her arms around your neck, moaning into your mouth. With newfound confidence, your hands explore more of her body, tracing her every curve. Your right hand cups her plump ass cheek while your other hand gently squeezes her breast, giving you the perfect chance to shove your tongue inside of her mouth as she opens it to moan. The sweet taste of strawberry lip gloss covers your taste buds as your tongues squirm in an erotic dance.

You eventually break the kiss as the need for oxygen manages to trump your carnal desires. Haewon stares deep into your eyes as she catches her breath, her hand snaking down your torso before stopping on your erect bulge. A low groan escapes your lips from the contact, sending a wave of pleasure through your body.

“C-can I touch your cock?” she asks, her voice trembling. You always saw Haewon as an outgoing bundle of energy, so seeing her this timid and horny made you go feral. With a nod, you lower your swimming trunks, revealing your rock hard cock to her in all its glory. Haewon gasps as she kneels in front of you, inspecting your full length with wide eyes. The sight of her innocent face next to your cock would be forever etched into your mind. 

“Oh my god, you’re so big, Minhyuk,” she whispers in awe, gently wrapping her fingers around your member. Her hands felt like Heaven against your cock as they clumsily stroked it. “U-um, I’ve never done this before. Can you help me?”

“Y-yeah, sure. Uh, why don’t you try kissing it first?” you suggest. Haewon obediently complies as she places gentle kisses on your shaft, staining it with her lip gloss. Each kiss sends a shockwave of dopamine throughout your entire body.

“Is that okay?” Haewon’s large eyes look up at you, searching for approval.

A smile grows on your face as you pat her head. “Yes, that’s great, Haewon. You should try sucking it now.”

Haewon giggles excitedly before taking the tip of your cock into her mouth, running her tongue against your slit. A moan escapes your mouth as your hands instinctively reach for the back of her head, encouraging her to take in more of you. You would’ve never guessed that she was inexperienced with how easily your cock slides down her throat. The sensation was unlike anything you had ever felt before - pure ecstasy.

“F-fuck, Haewon. You’re so g-good, holy shit..”

Lust takes control of your body, your fingers interlocking with her hair as you roughly fuck her face. Haewon’s eyes well up with tears, but she makes no move to pull away, happily accepting your whole length. Saliva dripped from her mouth, the dirty image only fueling your arousal. Without warning, you shot your load down Haewon’s throat, the heavenly feeling of her mouth becoming too much for you to handle. After what feels like an eternity of cumming, you release her from your grasp. Haewon collapses backwards onto the sand, drool and cum staining her perfect face.

“S-Shit, are you okay?!” you ask, worried you may have been too rough on her. 

Haewon props herself up and smiles at you. “Th-that was… i-incredible…” she stammered, catching her breath. “C-can you put it inside me? P-please?”

Her words reinvigorate you causing your cock to become hard once again. You quickly pull Haewon to her feet and untie her top, tossing it aside to reveal her ample breasts. Your mouth latches onto her tits while you shove your free hand inside of her bottoms, rubbing her moist slit.

“Oh fuck! That feels so good, Minhyuk…” Haewon whimpers as she plays with your hair. Any ounce of common sense left in your mind was thrown out the window as your only goal right now was to pleasure the girl of your dreams in every way possible. Your heart chugged like the engine of a steam train as you worshiped Haewon’s body with every flick of your tongue and every swipe of your finger against her heat. Eventually, you detach your mouth from her breasts, staring into her eyes while you finger her pussy.

You lean into her ear and whisper, “I’ve wanted to do this for so long. I-I like you, Haewon.” You curl your fingers inside of her, coercing a high-pitched moan out of her as her body is reduced to putty in your hands.

“I-I l-like you too, Min- Ah, fuck! P-please fuck me!” she exclaims. Haewon holds onto your shoulders for balance, nibbling on your neck to muffle her erotic noises. Her confession only increased your skyhigh libido, ripping her bottoms away and lining up your cock with her dripping pussy. Slowly, you thrust forward, impaling her with your erection.

“H-holy shit…” she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes.

“A-are you okay, Haewon?” you asked, pausing your motions to check up on her.

“Y-yes, k-keep going please. Fuck, y-you’re so big…” Haewon looked up at you with pleading eyes. You could’ve sworn her irises turned into hearts for a second.

You continue thrusting forward, catching her lips in a kiss that was much gentler than the one before, eventually bottoming out inside of her. Gripping her supple thighs, you mentally thank Jaewon and Junseo for dragging you to the gym as you lift Haewon’s body with ease. You increase your pace, each thrust punctuated by Haewon’s cute whimpers and the occasional “fuck”, “ah”, and “yes”. Her ample breasts bounced in front of your eyes as Haewon threw her head back with pleasure. You still couldn’t believe that you were fucking your crush on the beach.

The pressure built up inside of you as you savored the feeling of her warm, tight cunt around your penis. You did your best to hold on for as long as possible, but the sensation was becoming overwhelming. “H-Haewon… I-I’m gonna… c-cum…” you groaned.

“F-fuck… C-cum in me, M-Minhyuk… I-I wanna feel you fill me up…” The vulgar words coming out of her mouth were enough to send you over the edge as you shot your second load deep inside of her womb. Haewon continued to bounce on your cock, her own orgasm taking over. Your legs eventually give out as both of your naked bodies collapse onto the sand, your cock never leaving the warmth of her pussy. Haewon laid on top of you, planting kisses on your neck and chin as you caught your breath.

“That… was fucking amazing, Minhyuk,” she giggled, tracing random patterns on your chest with her index finger. You wrapped your arms around her, the warm rays of sunshine beating down on the two of you.

Eventually, the two of you get up and put on your discarded bathing suits. “We should do this again sometime,” you quipped. Haewon laughs and grabs your face, planting a gentle peck on your lips.

“I would like that a lot.” Hand in hand, you return to your friend group, ready to enjoy the rest of your day at the beach with your new girlfriend.

[praeluxius]

Trouble - NMIXX Haewon

male reader x nmixx haewon

5.5k words - [commissioned work]

masterlist - this is a follow-up to studious

There’s this thing about trouble. You don’t look for it. It finds you. 

Haewon is most certainly trouble. The best kind of trouble. The kind of trouble that, while you know the possible consequences, she makes it all worth it. Anyone could have walked in on her riding you in that classroom, but at the time, you couldn’t have cared less.

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Not a week later, you find yourself staring down trouble once again. What should have been a normal day at the beach with your friends became a chance encounter with the person you somehow wanted to see both the most and the least right now. 

There’s no denying the perks—some of them you spent the past hour admiring. But you can’t shake off the fear that she’s about to cause a scene. After all, you still haven’t found the right words to text her since that evening. Luckily, you had done a successful job of avoiding her until now.

As each minute of the past hour had passed, the tension seemed only to build as you waited for the girl sat only a few meters ahead of you to cause a scene. Your friends passed through a series of conversations you don’t really recall amidst the distraction. There was something about classes, someone’s brother, oh, and a brief mention of the rumour of two unnamed students getting it on in Mr Choi’s classroom—avoiding that conversation was for the best.

Haewon continues rotating through her repetitions. Picking up her phone and scrolling through social media for a while. Taking a drink from her bottle, with her usual habit of taking one small sip before a mouthful. And occasionally taking a short walk around.

You shouldn’t care, but you do. You can’t fight the frustration that she hasn’t spoken to you yet. Yes, you dread her confronting you, but it can’t be worse than being left in the cold. Not even a smile or a customary glance in your direction. It’s inconceivable that she simply hasn’t noticed you. Not even moments ago, she strutted right by where you are sitting. Her short jean shorts sitting at the very top of her thigh passed at eye level. Each step was accompanied by a sway of her hips and a ripple sent down her thighs.

Fuck. Just thinking about it again made your own shorts uncomfortable. Again.

It’s impossible to look away. Haewon has returned to relaxing on her lounger now. Although it looks like she changed the angle of it now and suddenly, as she sits with one leg outstretched and the other bent slightly, she gives you a perfect show.

It could all be a coincidence. Maybe she really hasn’t noticed you. She just happened to walk right by you, she just happened to adjust the angle of her lounger.

However, there is one thing you can be sure of with Haewon; everything she does has a purpose. 

You plant your feet into the burning sand and immediately pull them back, recoiling in pain. Better put your sliders on first, idiot. The way Haewon messed with your mind is dangerous, literally.

Aimlessly walking. Salty sea breeze against your face and through your hair. Uneasy footing on the soft sand. Eyes wandering. Down the length of the beach, then out to sea. The crashing waves—rhythmic chaos.

Contrasting the other chaos—that which has no rhythm and is completely unpredictable. That which is right behind you, her strides just a little longer than your own, closing the distance by which she tails you. You couldn’t even get a minute without this woman in your mind today.

“Need a moment to yourself?” It wasn’t a real question, nor an offer to give you one. Moreso a taunt from the lips of Haewon as she places herself by your side. 

“I’m just going to, um…” You look ahead and spot the public bathroom, which you are getting close to walking by. “The bathroom.”

“No… You’re just walking away because staring at me for the past hour is getting you a little hot under the collar.”

Haewon has a read on you like no other, and it’s far too uncomfortable. You don’t have a response to her unexpected intuition, instead choosing to grunt and continue walking, picking up the pace a little. 

Haewon catches up to you with a little skip in her step. “There’s no need to be embarrassed. I’m sure no one noticed you getting hard. Putting your bag on your lap really helped cover it up.”

With sarcasm in her tone, she mocks you.

You take a moment to swallow that lump in your throat before replying, “that’s not what happened. I just wanted to—”

“Please. You’re going to pretend you haven’t been staring at me for the past hour?” 

“No—”

“So, someone else?” Haewon cuts you off again. “It’s that why you never texted me? You must be some kind of player.”

“There’s no one else, Haewon.”

“I knew it was me.”

She’s good. It’s like a chess game, and she’s moving all the right pieces—always putting you in check. There’s no surprise, though; it’s what she does. It’s what she has done to you before—the note in your locker, the timing, the place, her confident words.

“I’m gonna go to the toilet now, Haewon.” You turn away and divert into the thankfully empty single public toilet. You didn’t even need to use it, but it’s impossible to be played if you take all your pieces off the board.

You open the door and slip inside, not looking back at the girl you left on the sand. You pull the door closed behind you but come to a sudden stop when an arm reaches into the gap and stops you. Haewon’s head flicks left and right, scanning the immediate area, her shiny brunette locks flowing as they’re thrown side-to-side.

She slips into the small room with you, slamming the door shut and flicking the lock. Haewon hesitates to turn around, still facing the door. Silence fills the room for a few seconds, and you can’t help but explore her body with your eyes. Following her flowing hair down to her white crop top. One that you mentally praise heavily for the way it reveals her lower back. 

Head cocked back. Shoulders shifting. Her chest heaves as she forcefully expels a full breath. 

Haewon spins. Her back against the door. Palms open against it too. And behind the loose locks on her face are eyes shining with intent.

Maybe she feels like she’s winning—or already won. This could be checkmate and all that’s left is for you to knock over your king and concede. But you know the truth, and the sense of accomplishment can’t help but force a smile onto your lips. All the avoidance, the refusal to text her, and the distant admiring. The acting like the fool—the flustered young man—who dipped into a bathroom to escape her. Perfect bait.

Haewon steps away from the wall and moves a little closer to you. Okay, maybe all your avoidance wasn’t acting—she does have a way of throwing you off kilter—but at least some of it was. Now locked in this room with Haewon, the result couldn’t have been closer to what you wanted.

Last time it was all her plan. Actions she set in motion and entirely dictated.

However, now as Haewon pushes her slim fingers under the hem of her top and pulls it slowly overhead, she does so on neutral ground. Ground that gratefully accepts the item of clothing as she drops her shirt to the floor.

Your smile becomes a grin as you admire what she revealed. It’s almost a talent in its own right how she had perfectly constructed the scene under her top. She picked a piece of lingerie that was designed with a sole purpose; to show as much as possible without showing everything. The smallest patch of lace possible is placed directly over the nipple, and that was it bar the straps. Cleavage. Side-boob. Under-boob. The whole fucking boob on show.

Haewon takes another step forward. There are maybe two more until she’s up against you, and she seems intent on making each one count. Haewon slips her thumbs under the waistband of her short—really short—shorts.

“Tell me to stop.”

It’s a dare.

Another test.

One of many where she thinks the only acceptable answer is silent awe. 

“Don’t stop.” Contradictory. Stern. Not a voice, in tone or content, that you’ve used with Haewon before.

Could be that, given the headstrong young woman she is, she hides it well, but your answer doesn’t break her composure and she forces her shorts away from her hips, letting them hit the floor in a similar fashion to her top. 

Although she has no smart remark to return, her actions do the talking as her structured performance continues. Another step, her hands snaking behind her back toward the clasp of her bra. As she plants her left foot, she pops it open—the fabric giving way to the two bundles beneath. Haewon brings her hands to her side, allowing the bra to fall from her body. It lands atop her shorts, still attached to her back foot. With one swift flick, both her shorts and her bra are sent into the corner of the room.

"You should smile like that more." 

Unknowingly, unwittingly, Haewon’s exposed body has drawn a smile across your face. You catch yourself and attempt to rein it in a little. However, it's easier said than done while you admire her porcelain skin, which looks so soft to the touch. The line of her waist and how her underwear perfectly accentuates the curve of her hips. And how her two perfect tits still held a perky fullness—looking like a perfect match for the cupped palm of your hands.

Haewon continues, “As much as I appreciate the brewing mystery behind your often blank face, that confident smile is much more exciting. It’s much more you.”

It was sudden, then. Caught off balance, even with your natural charm and wit—the initiative was never yours to take. But Haewon’s right. This time you’re honing in on something. Unearthing a side to you which can take the lead with confidence and a smile. A worthy opponent to her bravado.

"Then keep giving me reasons to smile."

"I'm giving you a reason to do a lot more right now." Haewon reaches out, places her hands on your shoulders and then runs one of them down to your chest. Her soft tones and slow movement contrast how she digs her nails into your skin through your shirt.

She's right. And it's outright foolish to even still be clothed right now. It's easily fixed. You pull the hem of your shirt upwards, and Haewon raises her hands to let it go by before planting them down—now against your bare skin.

"Better," Haewon whispers as she runs her eyes down your upper body. “Now. How about I…” She lets the words roll slowly off her tongue as she buckles one knee and slowly falls to the other.

“Wait.” Determined to have your own say on the pace of this encounter, you halt Haewon. A word accompanied by a hand wrapped around her nape. You pull back as you lean forward, taking her heart-shaped lips with your own. Capturing them with audible assertion, you engage her with gumption. It only lasts a moment before Haewon twists free and captures her breath. 

Inches apart, yet connected by a fine silk string of saliva. Lips not touching but still kissed with the heat of each other’s breath. Her eyes holding you in a grasp that her hands couldn’t manage. There’s no guarantee. This could be one of many times, or it could never happen again, so you can forgive yourself for enjoying the heat of this moment for a little.

“No more waiting,” Haewon snaps. Keeping her waiting almost feels criminal—though that’s nothing compared to what will come next.

She slips your grasp and retakes hold of the wheel, driving her way inside your shorts. In the blink of an eye, they’re by your ankles, and her delicate touch meets your delicate parts. Her fingers find their way over every part of your growing cock. She tickles, pulls, tugs and rolls it around in her touch.

“I missed this,” Haewon says under hot breath as she pulls her hands away, admiring your length with only her eyes.

“I missed you,” you confess. And not a word of a lie. How could anyone not miss this pretty girl with her perfect touch?

“Really?” Her expression half one of happiness and half unsure of your honesty.

“Really.” Your answer triggers Haewon’s next move. She positions herself dangerously close to your semi-erect cock, such that each breath kisses it with heat and forces a small twitch. With parted lips, Haewon’s tongue slips from her mouth and hooks it underneath the tip. But she doesn’t rest on her laurels, instead, she pulls her head upwards, her tongue lifting your cock upwards. She holds it there for a second, suspended in the air.

Haewon presses forwards, pursing her lips into a snug fit for the head of your cock. Retracting her tongue to guide you into her. It’s a swift move, one of elegance and precision that ends with most of your cock nestled into her mouth.

You’d be forgiven for thinking that her tongue has done its job, got you where you needed to be and then would take a rest. Alas, it simply begins the second part of its performance. It slides. It swirls. It wraps around your cock in patterns that seemed impossible. You glance down, Haewon has her eyes closed in pure concentration. 

She’s giving her everything, her whole fucking soul to one thing—

Your pleasure. 

What could be a minute—or could be more—passes. Time is a concept beyond your current comprehension. The whole world could be in reverse right now and Haewon’s swirling tongue would make you none the wiser. 

Haewon’s cheeks hollow as she sucks hard on your dick, accompanied by a backward movement of her head. With just her mouth, she pulls your hips forward until you’re forced to pull back to maintain balance. What went in is nothing compared to what came out. Haewon wipes away the spit running from her lips and admires it. Your cock stands stiff, smothered and dripping with saliva that reflects the light above.

“I really fucking missed it,” Haewon says, wrapping her hand around the shaft. “I need it.” She gives you every reason to be confident in yourself, and given how fixated her eyes are; you have every reason to believe her.

“What about you?” Haewon continues. “Did you miss this?”

Haewon keeps hold of you for balance, throwing her other hand behind her head and leaning backwards. Her knees on the floor, legs slightly open, with her thighs pressing down against her calves, accentuating their softness. 

"I really fucking missed it. I need it," You copy her, word for word, with the same playful tone.

“Of course you did. That’s so obvious.” Haewon speaks as she climbs to her feet. “So when are you going to stop fucking around?” 

With a wave of hair washing over your face, Haewon spins and steps back into you, then nestles her head back into your shoulder and her ass against your bare crotch.

“Do I have to keep throwing myself at you or are you going to take me?” She brings her hand to her face while she speaks and once she stops, drops a pool of saliva into her palm. 

“You’re such a red flag, Haewon.”

“That so?" She pauses for a moment to allow a pool of saliva to fall from her lips into the palm of her hand. "I guess I see it.” Haewon continues a conversation in parallel, yet unrelated, to her actions. Her hand finds your length again, adding to the copious fluids before placing it between her plump cheeks where just a thin piece of fabric prevents a happy accident. “What kind of girl just throws herself at someone in a classroom, then follows him into a toilet, right? What, do you think I do this to everyone?”

“I don’t know what to think, and that’s the red flag. What happened to a nice dinner and getting to know eachother?” 

She’s pushing down on your hips, making you lower your body, your cock sliding down against her pants until you go low enough for it to slip between her legs. A small nudge back and you’re stuck. Trapped on three sides, the tops of her thighs on either side and the sticky warmth in her underwear above.

“I think we're a little bit past that already, this is the real test of chemistry. Why waste time at dinner if you’re just going to disappoint after?”

“So that’s what this is, an evaluation? Should I expect a score after?” The words are difficult to force past your throat when your breath is hitching. All because she’s rocking now, with her hips. Slowly backwards before snapping forward again. Engulfed in her soft flesh, there’s a gentle pressure on your cock. Enabled by her spit, you are parting her thighs and pressing against her warmth each time she sets back.

“Satisfactory.” Blunt. Almost offensive. Effective. A challenge has been set. Haewon twists her neck, peering over her shoulder.

“Satisfactory?”

“What, you’re going to get all upset now?” Haewon grins and picks up her pace, sliding her pillowy thighs over your cock, and throwing her body against yours. The thin film of sweat on her back is a little sticky against your chest.

“Not exactly.” You bring your hands into the action, a firm grip on one of her hips, burying your fingers into her flesh and the other guiding your arm around her upper body—pacifying her movements. You unbend your knees and un-sink your hips.

You continue, “why don’t you tell me what it takes to excel?” All the while pushing yourself away from the wall, and you guide Haewon forward before directing her to the right-hand wall. You manipulate her like a puppet suspended from strings—if the strings were your arms and your stiff cock jammed against her soaked panties.

“I like someone who knows when to take—” Haewon is cut off as she braces herself for a collision against the sink and the mirror behind it. 

“—control.”

With a hand in the centre of her back, you create momentary separation. Enough to slide down to your knees. You face her milky ass, divided in the middle by jet-black fabric. It’s mostly easy to slide the soft lace away from her hips and down her legs. The bit between her legs is the last to give way, the sticky mix of her wet pussy and your saliva needing it to be peeled away from her smoothly-shaven skin.

“And?” you ask, looking up and her glistening eyes, which yet again peer over her shoulder.

“Someone who knows what they want and how to take it.” You know exactly what you want. It’s destiny. Destiny is a funny name for the lips of her cunt peeking through the gap at the top of her thighs.

"Ah!" Haewon yelps as her glistening, fair skin accepts you—engulfs you—as you dive face-first into her. A hold on her hips enables you to dig deeper, propelling your mouth toward her delectable pussy. You'll make her wait for your verbal response as your mouth gets to work, lapping up any moisture you can find on her plump lips. 

"F-fffuck." Haewon curses under her breath as your tongue pierces into the tight folds of her cunt. Her thick thighs and voluminous ass don't make it easy on you to bury your tongue into her. An impossible combination of firm and soft which would send any man into spiralling wonderment.

Haewon fights. Struggles. Doing so verbally. Uttering instructions which fall upon deaf ears. Physically. Reaching out behind her in desperate attempts to grasp your hair. Each time she has a hold, there’s a moment of pain before another wave of pleasure numbs her grip, and her digits fall helplessly through your locks.

It's clear that she's scrambling for answers, for as much as she baited—even gaslit—this response from you, she didn't really expect it. Not like this. Maybe in a way that she could easily wrestle back control. But likely not in a way that would result in her being subdued against a sink. 

Yet here you are. With hands exploring all the parts of her body you fantasise about. Eating her cunt with ravenous intent. You're giving her your all. Really fucking giving her it. 

Looking up past her plump cheeks that fill most of your vision, the result is clear to see. Long gone is the fight, the resistance, even that intense stare she gave you. Her arms don't reach for you but instead look to support her trembling body. Her head is thrown forward as it spills out utter gibberish via her mouth. Half-words and full-truths. You're so good. You manage to piece that one together from the three attempts she took at it. 

Pointless words really. All the vindication you need runs from your chin and drips to the tiled floor.

Time stood still, or it sped up—one of them. Either way, the concept of linearity is lost on you. Lost somewhere in the time you spent eating her cunt. Lost somewhere among the myriad of curves her body presents, admired with a caress of your gaze and rhythmic touch.

It's both a vindication of your efforts and a desperate plea for more, the way she uses her hands on the wall, the mirror, the sink, and anything she can grab to force herself back against your mouth. She's absolutely insatiable, but, so are you.

A moment later and you’re back up to your feet, prying Haewon from the sink and twisting her, so her shoulders press against the wall. Your body pressed against hers. Lips pressed against another pair, your face soaked in liquid does nothing to prevent Haewon from kissing you. She looks different now. Bright red and flustered, the heat radiating from her face burns at your cheeks like you got a little too close to a fire. 

Somewhere shuffled into a series of kisses are Haewon’s breathy words, “I’m going to fuck you now.” followed by a push on your shoulders, planting you against the wall. While Haewon wraps her arms over your shoulders and around your neck, her legs around your hips and to your back, your mind calls back her earlier words. Someone who knows what they want, and how to take it.

Haewon clings to you. Your frame is her only support, with both your hands on her ass, holding her just one swift movement away from your cock. She said she was going to fuck you, and she is trying. Really fucking trying. But it’s about what you want, and how you take it.

“No, baby girl. I’m going to fuck you now.”

Another moment passes and the pendulum swings again in your favour. She has nothing to fight back with and you easily propel yourself away from the wall and send the two of you crashing into the wall opposite, narrowly missing the hand dryer and thankfully doing no damage to the mirror you plant her against. You figure that it's inevitable, that you'll pay in some form for today's actions, but a fine for damaging a public restroom is at the bottom of the preferred list.

"Tell me Haewon, who's going to fuck who?" you query, but it's rhetorical. You aren't open to negotiation or delay. You take ownership of the moment, pressing yourself up against her. Your face buried in the crook of her neck, licking along her chin and grinding your body against hers. With an arm wrapped around her waist, you pull her close, feeling the warmth from her bare cunt against your thigh. Your lips quickly find hers and you take her in a brief but passionate kiss, then her neck again—ravaging what skin she has exposed with kisses, nibbles, and licks, driving her wild as she grinds against your leg.

"Look at you, Haewon. I'm gonna fuck you so good. You want that, don't you baby?" She can't answer, she's already so overwhelmed, so you continue, "I need to hear you say it," you mumble to her between kisses.

"Y-yes," she barely croaks out. "F-fuck me..."

And that was your cue. There's a certain energy surging through your veins as you practically pry Haewon from the wall. Legs still hooked around your waist, arms thrown over your shoulders, forehead to forehead. With your own strength and aid from gravity, she sinks.

As does your cock. Inside her warm cunt. Wrapped in the tightness, feeling her warmth surround you. Haewon leans her head back, pressing her head against the wall and exposing her neck to you, which you use as an invitation to assault with your tongue and your teeth. You start slowly thrusting upwards into her, forcing small thrusts, each one pushing your body up onto the tips of your toes before settling again. Each forward push causing her body to tense, back arching into your chest.

"G-g-god," is about all you get from Haewon while her face rolls forward, eyelids fluttering open for a moment. Hair now a tangled mess across her face, her lips remain parted. The breaths she lets out through them are hot, dry, and barely audible.

Rather than allow the wave of pleasure rolling down her body to subside, you pick up the pace. Feet almost stomping up into her now. Her head is empty, save for a few select words; my cunt, your dick, so big, fuck me, and finally, the all-too-expected, why'd you stop?

While moments before you were doing all the work and she was little more than a fleshlight hooked on your waist, you want more. Re-situating yourself, slipping an arm under her left leg, so it lays in the crux of your elbow. And the same with the right. It doesn't take long to step away from the wall, the added support from your arms ensuring she doesn't fall to the floor. But now the power really is in your hands and you pivot the two of you around.

On this edge, Haewon is both your burden and your liberation. Feet adjusting on the floor and back sliding against the slick tiles, an arm on the sink and a hand digging itself against your shoulder. Dangling from your lap, thrusting wildly against her pussy. Squeezing your cock.

A silent taunt, a threat, a promise.

Any of the above, or all of the above. It doesn't matter which one, what matters is how you feel.

Feeling words can't describe—well, words probably can, but you're incapable of stringing them together right now. With a grip like steel on the soft padding of her ass, you whisper, "gonna make you cum."

"I can't—not like this."

You don't take the bait. You never did, and you never will. Always something she needs, always something you have to put in or give up. Fuck that. It's your time to put all the effort in and pull some satisfaction out of her.

"Like this," you say sternly and she shoots you a look and you fire one right back.

Haewon bites her lip, then her body slackens, her arms relax, and the tension dissipates. A nod for you to proceed as you wish. Which you will.

You grip her, hands clasped behind her back. Haewon reaches out, a hand on the sink, a forearm on the dryer. It's far from elegant but it's damn sure effective as you redden her thighs with the rhythmic slap of your hips.

Her moans are stifled by the drool pooling down her chin as her eyes roll backwards. Climactic gurgles and pained breaths fill the room, which is only half covered by the rush of water from the sink's faucet. Somehow, someway, Haewon's helplessly suspended foot had hit it. Not that either of you care.

"Cum for me." Your hips show her no mercy as you slow and hold each thrust with deliberate depth. With every inch you have to offer penetrating her sweet cunt as your final bid to achieve victory in this battle of wills.

"Ugh! Fuck!"

You didn't think she could tighten any more, but she does. As a shudder washes down her body from head to toe, Haewon lets loose, coating your cock with fluid as she goes limp in your grasp. With her still in your arms, you sink, bringing her down with you. Your bare ass hits the tiled floor and it bucks your hips into her still-tense cunt. The friction of her hot, soaked inner walls rubbing up against your length causes a low groan to erupt from you.

There's a short span, a transient moment, where the two of you are just there. Quiet. Close. Eye-to-eye. Both are naked and one still coming down from a high while the other is still on the cusp of achieving it. Both are completely vulnerable, no cover or modesty. Just flesh and her impending words.

Your silence prompts her.

"W-what about you?"

"What about me?" You answer with a question, a smirk on your lips as you feel her loosening her tight grip on your cock.

"Ugh, do I have to tell you to cum?"

"Don't worry, Haewon." Your assurance has little weight behind it. It's a preface. A statement, yet unfinished. Your eyes stare longingly at her. A well-placed pause allows your mind to linger on the lusty gaze, parted lips, and complete ease with the proximity. It's a moment worth taking advantage of and savouring. And that's just what you do. You let time tick past a second. Another. Another. And then it's a sentence completed as you finish with the actual words, "I was going to cum whether you tell me or not."

Another sudden move. Pushing your thighs upward, so her rear is supported, and a firm grip on her shoulders pulls her face towards yours. She gets it. Or at least she complies enough to lift herself a little and free your stiff cock. You hold her in a kiss as she takes hold of your cock. Haewon firmly squeezes you in her palm and begins to stroke, almost clinically as she concentrates fully. Her wetness lubricated your shaft. She doesn't linger. Her touch is swift and not lacking in determination or precision. You're all hers, and you have been this whole time.

The truth is simple enough; the act is no different from the countless times you've thought about her after last time, and how many times you've helped yourself to sweet thoughts. It's all the same. She's a blurry mess in your memories; all of the little moments when she lingered in your mind. And it's all the same now. So easy, the motions her fingers force you through. Her touch is unchanging and full of vigour. You're more than confident she would be the same, regardless of what position or state the two of you were in. It's perfect and she's perfect and—

"Fuck," you curse under your breath, so taken aback by what just happened. It took over you, gripping every fibre of your being in a way that even now, it feels foreign and a little numbing. Your chest rises and falls, desperately trying to get as much air into your lungs.

Haewon flashes a smile, she knew. How could she not know? That's why it wasn't necessary to utter the word. Haewon lets herself sink back, lying between your legs. You look down at her. That flushed and sticky face. The tangled locks of her hair. The playful tongue perched on her lower lips and the grin behind it. Those eyes full of satisfaction observing her own body and the mess you made on her stomach.

That fucking smile.

She's all yours, and she has been this whole time.

***

You knew they were talking about it. Everyone in the whole damn building knew and it had only been a week.

The whispers of everyone you walked past tainted your ears. The eyes of passers-by and the stifled giggles of the stationary huddles. Word got out somehow and it was the next big thing. Sure it would pass in a week, but for now its was your name and Haewon's on everyone's lips.

If only they knew. If only they knew that right now you were heading to the locked library that Haewon had stolen the key for so you could fuck each other senseless while you skipped a class. Then they would really have something to talk about. Maybe she was the bad influence and not you. Or maybe you were a bad influence too.

Or maybe you were a good influence. That's the one that appealed to you. You have to admit, you were more attentive now. You found her more beautiful now than you had previously. You really did have an attraction. An affinity with her. It wasn't purely physical and that had to mean something. You didn't plan for this, but you're in it now.

That's the thing about trouble. You don’t look for it. It finds you. 

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Kinknuary Day 11: Riding

Pairing: NMIXX Haewon x Male Reader

Word Count: 4,359

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You’re making a fool of yourself, and Haewon too.

You tend to be an attentive person, capable of being aware of anything and tend to go straightforward but you’re just acting like you’re oblivious and god, you’re bad at it. Thankfully, Haewon is worse at reading your true emotions towards her and that’s a sigh of relief—you didn’t want it this way but it just feels uncanny being romantically involved in a relationship with her, even though you’re one of her close friends.

I guess, you’re just in the “friend’s zone” no matter what happens, but you could never be so sure because sometimes, she can be unfathomable.

“God, I've been so stressed lately.” Haewon thuds at your couch as she stares up at the ceiling, feeling a little exhausted from the earlier party the both of you attended.

“Maybe you’re just being too harsh on yourself, Haewon.” You remark as subtle concern emanates through you in which, Haewon jokingly teases you with that, not before rolling her eyes and letting off a scoff towards you.

“Wow, you’re concerned for me, hm? That’s not you—that’s not you!!” She changes her lazy demeanor into a lively one as she looks at you with a surprised face (knowing it’s genuinely sarcastic), rushing towards you and then holding your shoulders as she slightly shakes you, teasing you even more as her dorky personality shows.

“Yah, stop it!” You brush Haewon off with your arms as she pouts after you remove her hands all over you, a little bewildered with your possibly irritated approach. “I’m just saying that you’re maybe just overworking yourself on too much, that’s all.”

Haewon reflects for a bit, thinking that you’re maybe right in these circumstances as she takes this a little too seriously. Maybe approaching such deadlines and procrastinating too much isn’t going to do the job, and setting time schedules to do productive things would be the right call and you’re letting her know how she can be more efficient and she can do better than that. 

Of course, you’re thoughtful about her, even though you may act like a hypocrite sometimes and deny it, there’s still a heart inside you that values her as much as she does towards you. The sign of the hint of anxiety painting her face earlier as she overthinks about it is alarming for you, and you don’t want Haewon too feel like that everytime, even when there are times (like earlier) that she should enjoy and have fun but because of it, it’s going towards the opposite way.

“Yeah, maybe I am—sorry though…”

You paint a confused face from her nigh-melancholic remarks as you’re not used to seeing Haewon being down all of a sudden. “Sorry for what?”

“You know—how I acted a little off earlier, at the party. I know I should be enjoying it earlier and I’m sorry for that…”

Haewon is now being true and open to herself and it’s great to see that she’s vocal about it. Brushing off the whimsical atmosphere from earlier, you offered her to sit down onto the couch as you’re all ears on what she just said. You’ve never felt this serious about addressing your concern towards her and of course, you reassure her by stroking her hair and letting her know that everything is going to be alright because you’re there by her side, as always.

“You don’t need to be sorry, Haewon. You just need to plan things ahead and you’ll cope out of this, alright? I’m here to help, too.”

Haewon smiles at your reassurance, feeling genuinely thankful with your thoughtfulness even though you don’t really show it to her often. “Yeah, thanks though—maybe I needed that…” Not so long after, awkward silence ensues between the both of you as it’s clearly obvious that the both of you aren’t used to being thoughtful against each other but nonetheless, the both of you (especially Haewon) appreciated your kind words. “You know what? I wanna do something since I’m getting pretty stressed lately.”

Ah yes, the usual dodging and the turmoil of current topics—it’s a classic move by Haewon and with those words and that tone being uttered by her mouth, this can mean two things and it’s pretty straightforward: it’s either she wants to battle against you in an online game or basically, she wants to destress by having sex with you. The former is pretty obvious since she loves playing one-versus-one games with you whenever she is feeling competitive, or if she just wants to relax and chill out, then she’ll invite you to play some farming games yet the latter, is something interesting and somewhat, what piques you into this moment. Sex isn’t new for the both of you as you casually do it with whenever the both of you feel like it and it’s also the time where the both of you confess your kinks, wants and some experimental stuff that you both want to try. It even comes to a point where the both of you needed to take breaks because on how wild and exhausting you guys went into and also buying some soundproof foams just for your neighbor’s ears to be saved mostly from Haewon’s screams of pleasure—and it’s always bleeding your ear, every goddamn time but you didn’t care.

Well, I guess the both of you are the freakiest friends to ever exist.

“Just say you want to have sex with me, Haewon.” You’re straightforward and stern whilst Haewon is in utter hypocrisy and in denial. Even though she’s back at her usual roots when it comes to gaslighting you, you can’t deny that her eyes are glistening with lust as soon as you say those words and you're not oblivious nor stupid to not think about it.

“What if it’s not the case, huh, pervert?” You’re not affected by that knowing it’s just one of her tactics of another gaslight and soon, she’ll eat her words up.

“I highly doubt it, Haewon. I bet you’re wet as fuck right now imagining my cock ravaging your tight pussy—”

“Yah! Not too fast, idiot…” Haewon lightly punches your shoulders as she feels aroused at what you’ve said, crossing her legs a little as she can feel her urges finally turning her on. You know how to pick her locks and as much as she wants to deny it, she can’t help but voice out her needs as the inevitable desires that she’s been seeking for is now making her a different girl. “But you’re fucking right—I want it now~”

Of course, she’ll give in to her own desires in some time as she swiftly hops her figure to mount over your clothed nether region and rubs her hips greedily onto it. You, smirking in delight, finally caught her eye as you tease her with her needy state, her constant small whimpers and biting of lip is a good reason behind it. 

“See, I know you’ll give in soon, Haewon—I know you.”

“Fuck you—just shut up and let me do my thing.” Haewon continues to grind onto your crotch in which you loved the feeling because of how mutually arousing it is for both parties. You and your hands didn’t become idle as you encouraged her with more dirty talk and your hands caressing the slender finger that her outfit shows, your eyes lighting up in admiration as her body is simply the epitome of perfection. Of course, with both your desires needed to be attended as soon as possible, the both of you didn’t waste time to strip off your the clothing that has been preventing the both of you with such enchanting touches as Haewon starts the show and you, picking up the scraps and following her steps. 

With the hot scene being taken in place, you want both parties to be busy with something torrid and—there you go, pull her wrists to initiate such an intimate kiss and she eagerly reciprocates like always. The kiss was full of profounded fervor as every second finds vigor in every peck and neither of you chose to even pull out, not even Haewon herself because she just fonds herself indulging into it further. Knowing how you’re insatiable and delectable at her end, she wouldn’t dare to act tough and push you just to pull out and say that she doesn’t want it—you’re pretty confident that she won’t retaliate as it’s working effectively so far but you could never be so sure. Why is this such a big deal? Well, there are a couple of things why and here are those: firstly, Haewon wants to go straight to where she wants her needs to be unattended, no matter which hole or whatever she may think of; second, kissing Haewon this intimately like this is like finding a needle in the haystack as you know that she doesn’t really indulge into deep kisses like this and that’s why you’re a bit perplexed that she’s not pulling out of your lips’ warm embrace and lastly; Haewon doesn’t really want to share her true feelings as she’s afraid of spilling something out of her mouth that could make both of you uncomfortable. Some of these conclusions are mostly correct as with years of knowing her, you knew that these are the possible reasons but you could never be so sure.

Speaking of the devil, it didn’t last that long as she pulled out and as much as you want to indulge further, that wouldn’t be possible as the both of you untangle each other’s lips and hurriedly catched breaths, chasing oxygen. While you were utterly satisfied that you got to taste her luscious lips, Haewon, on the other hand, isn’t really a fan of it—and again, peak hypocrisy is possessing her and obviously, she’ll deny that she felt more than greatness making up a torrid kiss with you.

“We’re not going to make love with all of these kisses—I want you fill me up, nice and easy—”

“Stop acting like you didn’t love it, Haewon.” You roll your eyes out as you express annoyance and a hint of disappointment towards her hypocrite actions. You know she loved it, considering how her hands involuntarily coursed it’s way onto the back of your neck, stopping her from stripping her outfit and with that, she can’t help but embrace defeat as she doesn’t have a strong weapon up in her sleeve to fight back.

“You’re so annoying! Maybe I did because you’re a good fucking kisser—there, happy?” Of course, Haewon expresses her discomfort with your sudden intimacy as every word is laced with sarcasm as every isn’t genuine because you could feel and you know her too well. You know she isn’t seriously angry in any means and meant to just annoy you and tease you, so you didn’t find her “furious” demeanor too serious.

“Hah, come on, Haewon, you’re no fun! But honestly, I’ve been wanting this all along, not gonna lie to you.” Helping her strip away her clothing with the dexterity of your hands, you get rid of it one by one as you can see Haewon’s face getting curious and puzzled, wondering what could be the real cause of your wants.

“To kiss me intimately, hm? ‘Cause all I really know is that my lips are as addicting as my tight pussy, isn’t it?” Opposite from Haewon’s hypocrite approach and repudiative personality in terms of vocalizing each self’s wants, you, on the other hand is more straightforward and optimistic, always lying onto complimenting people as it gets better for both parties and you still keep the persona even with Haewon, but teasing and mocking is inevitable as it’s such a guilty pleasure to see Haewon being annoyed or angry at you.

“Well, you’re definitely a clever girl with that judgment, Haewon.” 

You can’t lie about that as every feature Haewon has is pure art as you all love them equally but one must prevail and it’s pretty obvious for you since you love the thought of just mindlessly hammering her tight, warm cavern until she submits into full submission and lust. As she completely undresses the possibly hectic clothing out of her scrumptious body, you were met with a simple yet lethal look that complimented the slender curves of her body: a white-laced bra followed by a set of white panties in which, would be deemed useless once the show starts over. You don’t want her hanging by a thread, leaving her almost naked as you undressed your clothing off, unbuttoning your pants as quickly as possible and yanking it off you and then throwing it out on wherever it lands on the living room, as well as removing your polo shirt off within a speed of light. Leaving the both of you with only a single defense left before you drool on each other’s bodies, the both of you didn’t even hesitate for a single bit as you removed the last bit of your iron walls and immediately, your eyes collapse onto each other’s remarkable features: you eyed her perky breasts and her taut nipples, as well as her probably wet cunt from all of the dirty talk from earlier and Haewon eyed your fully-erect length like it’s a meal to be savored and used, her eyes getting lit up with lust in every throb it does.

“I’m just going to say this again, because I’ll know you’ll tend to forget it—” Haewon gets dangerously close towards you as she’s inches away from feeling her touch but she has other plans, and tends to whisper such factual claims that you’ll absolutely agree on. “—I’ll rock your world today to the point that you’ll forget anything except my tight pussy around your rock-hard cock.”

Well, she isn’t wrong, because whenever the two of you had sex, it always ends up with both of you succumb onto your needs as the moans of satisfaction is enough as an evidence and also on how much arousal and stimulation the both of you are into whenever you fuck each others’ brains out. In your words, she’s truly the epitome of a switch but now, you’ll let yourself be the meal that she’ll devour but she has more thoughts kept in her sleeve.

“Well, Haewon—how do you want me today, hm?”

“You know, since you’ve been so good on me lately and I’ve been wanting to do this with you…” You set off a puzzling look as Haewon softens her tone, wanting you to be all ears on what she has to say as curiosity fully sets you off onto asking her what she wants for now.

“What would you want to do, Haewon?” 

Haewon fixes her position as she lets you lay down onto the couch, relaxing yourself as you fully immerse yourself onto what she’s going to be up to and she utters, “I want to ride the living fuck out of you—that’s what I want to do.”

Well, that wasn’t much of a hard guess since the position and her mounting onto your crotch is indeed an obvious sign that she wants to ride you. Well, this wasn’t new on your watch as she rode you for like months ago and would love to experience it again and here you are, fulfilling that dream of yours. This wasn’t anything you’d really want to do with her as you find this unorthodox on your own words because you’d rather fuck her and gain the better leverage and dominance to handle her body in which, she fully submits to.

You won’t complain since it’s also an arousing thought with Haewon having to ride your cock like it’s her last and you’ll give her what she wants.

She started off with such leisure strokes that made you groan in pleasure, such sensual sensitivity also adding to the twist and making everything better. Not so long after, she teases her glistening lips onto your throbbing shaft, as you can already feel the wetness enveloping your tip and soon enough, you grew impatient with her antics, and you need to let her know about it.

“Aren’t you going to ride me or just tease the living fuck out of me?”

“Just wait, you horny fuck—” Haewon glares at you with an intent to faze you but it was the opposite. The anticipation is too much to handle and you can’t take anymore, and neither does she. “—foreplay is an important element so chill your horny ass down.” 

But you know she can’t resist feeling your entire length inside her and you can sense it even if she tries to deny it, like how she always does. So, without any time to waste, she slowly hops on your cock as it sluggishly engulf her tight walls and the feeling is just too good to be true, making the two of you moan in need and pleasure. She slowly sinks in your whole length as it didn’t take long before her butt meets the skin of your thighs and ensues at such a slow pace that’s pleasurable enough to make you feel butterflies. As she’s fully indulging towards her own desires, she finds herself picking up the pace as she grinds her hips onto a moderate pace and inevitably, she tends to moan out her satisfaction as your whole length makes her feel good.

“Not gonna l-lie—ahh, y-your fucking cock is so big that makes m-me feel good…”

“And your wet cunt is so tight that it’s j-just too good to be true.”

Again, feelings are mutual and you won’t dare her to stop even if you can’t take it—you just find yourself wanting Haewon to ride you until your balls are fully drained. Feeling euphoric, Haewon’s hands course its way onto your chest as she aids herself on a better pace as she caresses it from time to time, reassuring you on how great it feels. Just with her touch, you could sense and read how she feels at that very moment and it’s all just peak pleasure at its finest. She expresses such a smug demeanor, confident on how great she’s riding you even though it’s not even a minute that you’re inside her—you know how she loves it genuinely when shows such emotions of confidence and pure lust, her assertive demeanor letting you know her primal desires and her satisfaction.

Thanks to her wetness, it wasn’t really the hardest to take her all as she maintains her pace and eases herself up with every thrust she does at your raging length. She just finds herself moaning too much as your cock does wonders all over her body, constant pleasure surging in her veins and with all of those events occupying your mind, Haewon is now trying to accustom herself onto this new profound pace. Every clapping of her cheeks onto your pelvis sends vibrations all over the living room as the sound adds up to the sinful symphony the both of you composed a while ago—and god, her hypnotic bouncing really sends you into overdrive as her pussy just feels so great that you just wanna bury your entire length inside it all day.

“You’re riding me so well, Haewon—keep that pace just like that—fuck!

Of course, you encourage her well in order to maintain the incredible feeling that has been coursing down your veins. Haewon’s hips now slam hard in every time she fucks herself onto you and it’s an incredible feeling, especially when your hand course its way onto her supple butt and give her hard spanks and as a response, her velvety walls clench tightly and you groan in a hint of pain because of it. 

“You like that, huh—you like me riding this fucking dick like it’s my last? You like how my pussy clenches? You like filling myself up balls-fucking-deep? Shit—I fucking—I can’t stop riding this dick!”

“Yeah, Haewon—I never though this will this fucking good—ride me harder and faster!”

You can’t really stay idle and just relax while Haewon is gyrating her hips like her life depends on it. So, encouraged with her wetness enveloping your entire cock and the squelching of it in every thrust she do, your hips starts to oscillate such a pace that increases the fire of lust between the both of you as the trajectory of both bodies muster such libido that’s unstoppable. Her hands are now gripping your shoulders as the pace is now the wildest she could ever imagine, uttering such erotic moans that blesses your ears and arouses you into oblivion. Haewon still maintains her wild pace as you increase yours too, your balls now wildly slapping against her puckered hole as her juices are now staining the couch as everything doesn’t matter right now except the paramount of delighted sex—you’ll probably regretting having a sensual intercourse with her on your couch as it’s going to stained enough for you to maybe change it. 

You could never ask for more when every man’s wish is fulfilled at this moment and god, Haewon is one of a kind when it comes to her sexual masterclass and as the top of the pyramid, her scrumptious, insatiable body is all for you to feel and use. With all of the monstrosity the both of you went into, it wasn’t long until Haewon felt herself inching closer to the promised land and wanting herself to go near it. In the point of no-return, she conveyed such profanities that can outstand the most sinful discordants as her thighs quiver and voiced out her nearing high to you.

“No–oh god! I’m g-going to cum s-so soon! Shit—your cock makes me feel so good!”

“Hah—and you’re bickering earlier that I cum so prematurely, huh?”

Haewon shows off an irritated disposition from your mocking remarks as she retaliates, articulating such a mindful response even though her mind is being clouded with sex and pristine pleasure. “Shut the fuck up and m-make me cum sooner, how about that?”

That, you won’t be denying to do. You’ll please her as much as she does to you and finding such a better way to opt for a climax, you ram your pelvis onto her pulsating cunt harder as her walls clench even harder than ever before. If she’s going to achieve her high this euphoric, might as well add up to the sensation she’s feeling as your fingers directed onto her emanating heat, swiping her folds in a rhythmic tempo in aims to stimulate it further and help her chase her own high sooner. 

Whenever her pitch reaches the crescendo, it’s the point where everything ascends and your ears wish to fall deaf as her throat escaping such lustful symphonies comes to a halt, voicing out her climax and Haewon fully succumbs onto her orgasmic trance. With such an unstoppable approach as lust fuels Haewon’s mind, she further penetrates herself deeper and harder onto your whole length as a rivulet of her own nectar stains your pelvis and onto the couch and god, it’s rich and volume which makes you think on how euphoric she felt at this given moment. When the pace of her hips gradually decreases, you can find yourself doing the job by thrusting upwards and chasing your own orgasm too as the high-drunken Haewon helps you with your own reward too, riding you with an incredible pace as she didn’t mind the sensitivity that comes right after.

“What the fuck, Haewon—you came so much… You better find money to change this fucking couch ‘cause fuck—you stained this so much.”

“What do you mean—god, I fucking hate you but fuck—I can’t r-resist your cock!”

Such oxymoron is laced within that sentence as she cursed herself to submerge onto her devilish desires to the fullest, finding her wild pace again as you relaxed yourself and let her do the work. Even though Haewon may love the fact that she’s riding the living life out of your whole length with her walls begging a healthy load to be deposited deep into her cunt—yes, the fulfillment of your orgasmic trance will soon be near as you stop Haewon with her current remarks which earns an irked disposition painting her face.

“Why the fuck—”

“You want my cum deep in your pussy, right?” She nods without any question as her face quickly fades into a delightful one as she anticipates your load in the fullest of manners. 

“Gosh—just ram my pussy like y-you meant it—oh god—f-fuck! Just shoot i-it deep in m-me—fuck, harder!!”

Now switching another position, her legs now hug around your waist as you carry her and ravage her tight, snug pussy like it’s your last, every thrust meant to make her forget about anything except you and your cock. Within a few more thrusts, the inevitable will soon come and there’s no one or nothing on earth that can stop this monstrosity. Within the vigorous pumps and the numerous moans she’s letting out to encourage you more, you let go of your grip on hers as you push your entire length in her, burying it balls-deep as you groan with your anticipating orgasm and god, it’s so fucking much.

Haewon finds this endearing that you’re this stimulated with another position she loved trying. Her mind comes back into being clouded full of sexual desires as you shoot ropes of thick, warm semen that filled her up to the brim in which, she damn treasure as every second that passes is just being closer onto the paramount of every delight possible—your mind now full of bliss as it does wander all over your mind. The both of you fall limp on the couch after such a steamy session and an ecstatic orgasm of yours as silence ensues but ragged breaths fills the air, and suddenly, no one talks as exhaustion envelops all over your bodies and drowsiness doing its job.

You never thought that she’ll be into this more than what you expected and you just want to rest and maybe, opportunity seeks its victims tomorrow or possibly, even later—who knows how fate can make your destiny?

[essentiallyleaf]

day 19. rimming. with. haewon.

723 words.

tags.

kinktober ‘23, idol x male reader, haewon is haewon, what else is there to say, rimming, handjob, writer is the moon knight meme in this one.

notes.

im out of (barely) good ideas and im panicking. fizzlingoutly, leaf.

You didn’t think it’d be so easy getting from Haewon’s overlip leaving pink-leaning-orange (she keeps insisting she’s a cool tone, but hm, is she really?) marks on her coke glass to the same lip imprints circling your butthole as she leaves wet kisses all around it. No, it was just a quick exchange, like she was choosing what to have for lunch at Subway.

“Wait, you’ve done this already, right?” You ask her, not without a little worry.

“Nah, have you?” She spits back casually.

“I thought you were the one who ate ass and wanted me to be your mate?! You know, mate in the, Brit sense, not in the… scientific sense.” That was more complicated than it needed to be.

“I dunno, I’m just tryna have fun.” She shrugs.

The correct answer, like in the Subway situation, is to not find yourself there, but if for some reason you do, might as well try to make the best of it. And the best of it, in this case, supposedly consists in Haewon’s hands keeping your thighs wide open as you lay on your back while her tongue takes a few short, explorative trips from your testicles, down to your perineum, applying a little pressure on it, and to the edge of your puckered hole. She brings her fingers up to your previously lubricated shaft to stroke it from time to time, but your groans when she does make them retreat immediately, reminding her that no, that’s not the main dish tonight.

It feels a little weird, having something touch you down there, but when that something has the soft, smooth texture, the expert dexterity and the cunning wit of Haewon’s tongue, well, then it’s probably Haewon’s tongue that’s when weird falls into the background to make space for pleasing, as testified by your whimpers, starting sparse and now becoming more and more frequent. That’s enough evidence for the girl to deduce that it’s time to go in, and when she does without any sign of warning, the only thing that can reasonably come out of your mouth, after a loud moan, that is, is a “Fuck you!”. That’s fair, she thinks, as she keeps attacking the inside of your cavern, and fair is the answer that you receive.

“That’s only gonna happen later, be patient”

Haewon starts circling all around the inner edge of your hole, making you bring a hand to your mouth to try to contain your own groans, or worse, screams. How does the joke bear get to this? How does she go from acting as the loser girl transferring schools in 7th grade for shits and giggles, to having you struggle to keep your shit together in your own bed because she wanted to, and this should be more or less the exact quote, “tongue-punch your bussy, you little boy bitch!”? Maybe sometimes it’s better not to ask. Other times, you don’t really have the physical capability to ask because your ‘friend’ (an umbrella term, but the most appropriate one to describe the two of you, you think; again, sometimes it’s better not to ask) is alternating between pumping her tongue deep in your asshole and wrapping her lips around its entrance to suck all the air out of it. Those times, the hand that was keeping your mouth closed becomes an object just like any other to bite onto, because now it would be screams. Those times, making the best of it is letting Haewon play with her toy and focusing on not letting the whole neighborhood know about it. Not supposedly anymore.

So when the final thrusts of her tongue hit you where it pleases the most, both of her hands back on your length and stroking, the only thing you can do is wail onto your own hand while you watch spurts upon spurts of white fly up in the air and back down on your abs, the muscles of your ass flexing repeatedly around her tongue. Lay your head back down onto the pillow and let yourself catch your breath again as you spread your arms open on the bed. Not even a minute, and she’s already taking her zip-up sweater and ripped blue jeans off and throwing them on the ground.

“Come on, fucker, what did you think the main dish was?”

-

footnotes.

maybe the formula is just sleep schedule plus work ethic, times effort. mathematically, leaf.

[akkaweo-akkaweo]

Show of Strength

Oh Haewon x M!reader

Tags: competitive, post orgasm torture/overstimulation

WC: 1.4k

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Of the many unknowable things in the world, one that never ceases to baffle you is why girlfriends love to start random fights with boyfriends. You were not spared from this tonight, as your girlfriend Haewon suddenly pokes your ribcage hard in the middle of a reading session.

"Ow! What was that for?!," you exclaim.

"Nothing," she replied coyly.

Despite further attempts to continue reading, she wouldn't stop messing with you. It didn't help the poking actually hurt.

"Yah! What do you want?"

"Hey, don't get mad at me. It's not my fault if you're ticklish," she taunted, gesturing to poke you again.

You both play chicken for a few minutes on the bed, her trying to poke you more, you trying to catch her hands. When you actually managed to, you tickled her back, albeit less painfully (like the good boyfriend you thought you were). Thinking a dose of her own medicine would calm her down, you stop and settle — only to be poked yet again.

"Yah! You wanna die?," you challenge her.

"And what exactly are you gonna do, huh? You just don't want to admit I'm stronger than you," she rebutted.

"Really?," you retort, leaning closer to her. "You're just a baby. My baby. You think you can throw hands against me?"

She greets your challenge by leaning right up till your noses touch. "This baby won't need hands to make you squirm."

You're pretty sure you know exactly she's going with this, because the retort alone sent a twitch inside your underwear. But fisticuffs or otherwise, you weren't going to back down from a fight.

"Prove it," you challenge.

There's a second of dead air as both of you wait for the right moment to pounce on the other. And like two beasts grappling for dominance, you grab each other tightly and exchange sloppy kisses.

With such feral behavior, it's no surprise you both made light work of basically ripping the clothes off each other. But this was a competition, a race. Blocking access to your already hard member was key to making sure Haewon didn't catch you lacking. You distract her by kissing her where her jaw and neck meet — a sensitive spot for her — to take off her nightgown and play with her small but perky tits.

You're too engrossed in licking her nipples and savoring the sound of her moans to notice her hands have gone inside your briefs completely, forgoing the process of taking them off. Grabbing your length with frantic but delicate force sent jolts up your spine and out your mouth.

Haewon forces her way off your grasp and down your torso, and without a second of hesitation takes you into her mouth and all the way to her throat. The pleasure-driven profanities that come out of your mouth are enough to warrant a scrubbing, because Haewon was in love with your dick and knew how to suck you dry. She'd alternate between licking the slit of your tip, then around the head, before deepthroating you until she gagged — a sound and action she knew sent you over the edge.

Two can play at that game.

You use your bigger body to force Haewon's hips over your face, and pull her in hard to bury your nose and tongue into her pussy. The complete sensory overload — the smell, the taste, the feeling of squirt building up and caking your face — kept you going as you willingly suffocated yourself in her core.

Now comes the tricky part: who would yield first. As you feel her loosen up, you sacrifice a hand forcing her over you to start toying and circling her engorged clit. The sensation was enough to get Haewon to give you much needed relief from going over the edge, but all the slobber left your dick lubricated enough for her to jerk you from base to tip, and that made it harder to focus on her.

You could feel your climax coming, but you could also feel Haewon's high right beside yours. Her moans were enough motivation to get past the burning sensation in your arm and tongue, struggling to finger and lick her as fast as you could. But Haewon brought your dick back into her mouth, deep until her nose met your balls.

As the cum rushes out of you, you give one final thrust into Haewon, forcing her to swallow all you had to release. So too does Haewon squirt all over your face, the liquid nectar making you smile in satisfaction from your success. She dismounts you, and you both lie on the bed, wheezing for air, hearing each other's moans and sighs to catch your breath, just for a few minutes. Honestly, you were pretty winded already.

But before you could negotiate a ceasefire, Haewon suddenly mounts your still rock-hard but sensitive shaft, sending ripples of overstimulation through your hips and thighs. She also did not seem to have any intent of taking it slow, because she starts ramming herself onto you hard and fast.

"Ah, hah, shit Haewon, slow down, I'm still sensitive, holy shit..." you try to bargain, but Haewon's lust for victory and otherwise was unbeatable.

"You think... you're so... tough, huh?... Why don't you... push me off... Thought you were... stronger...," she taunts in between heavy breaths.

She continues to slam her pelvis into yours, fast enough to stimulate you past the point of being able to move. You gasp, giggle, and squirm for pause, but Haewon is relentless, until you feel more cum start rushing through your shaft.

"Fuck! Wait! I'm gonna cum!," you try to warn her, but it's too late. Your seed bursts inside her, somehow twice as much as before and leaking past her folds.

Haewon breathes heavily, trembling as she tries to ease herself off you and on to the bed, lying on her side. The whole ordeal of feeling her tight walls still clamp around your dick on its way out left your body trembling as well, and your dick twitching. You can't help but jam your eyes shut and lay in silence, trying to let the flurry of sensations pass.

But Haewon's body was also trembling and squirming, apparently having orgasmed as well.

Again, you try to muster the strength to beg for truce at a 2-2 tie. But in your blind stupor, she crept closer and started to slowly tease the length and tip of your throbbing member with her fingertips.

"I believe... this is the tiebreaker, baby," she mutters, with extra angst in your pet name. You groan and buck, trying to get her to stop, but she lays her entire torso over your abdomen, pinning you down.

You hiss with clenched teeth from the overstimulation. "Fuck! Okay! You win! Stop! Fuck!," you curse, wanting the torture to stop.

"Game's over when you cum, baby," Haewon growls. "All you have to do is...," she trails off, before suddenly jerking you fast, with all her remaining strength.

You yell and writhe underneath her, your body incapable of doing anything. It was torture, and while you wanted it to truly end, the deep-seated lust — maybe even the arousal — from being turned into Haewon's plaything clouded your thoughts with only her. Haewon thoroughly enjoyed it as well, giggling with every attempt of yours to get her to stop.

Your vision starts to black at the edges, your breath held as you reach your third climax of the night. You release nothing but spray, drained completely of cum, and Haewon weakly giggles in pyrrhic victory, herself gasping for air, limp over you.

You release the tension from your eyes, and you see stars before getting knocked out completely.

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You wake up in the same position, except Haewon is lying by your side, propped on an elbow, trying to shake you awake. You're still lightheaded, but you hear her groaning like a kid.

"Aigoo... I'm hungryyy... I want some McDonald's... Wake up already...," she whines with a pout.

Groggy annoyance aside, her whining was still cute as hell. How could you say no?

"Okay you big baby. You won, so it's my treat. Hand me my phone." Losers can't be choosers, I guess.

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A/N: i hate that theres not enough haewon content here, so ill do it myself *clenches gauntlet*

[madrubyy]

haewon (nmixx)

se pegar comente, reposte e curta. ☆

[jinlias]

kinktober day 26 - car sex w haewon

“can we get out of here?” it had been almost three hours since you arrived at the gathering when haewon whispered the question in your ear. so gently, so discrete, and just a nod from you was enough for her to successfully sneak the two out of there.

saying your goodbyes and making up excuses wasn’t really haewon’s style, besides, everyone else was already hammered anyway, they wouldn’t remember tomorrow. but even in the car, you knew it wasn’t ‘out’ enough. so you drive to the spot that had slowly become a staple for your relationship.

when you wanted to cry to each other or comfort one another, there you were, laying a blanket on the abandoned skate park’s floor. when you wanted a soft date to watch the sunset, there you went making a whole fort in the back of your truck. even times like now, when you want to fuck each other’s brains out, the skate park was your go to.

but also, your van was just as important as the skate park. so many people hate having sex in one, but for you and haewon many times it was the only place you could. you know your way around it, perfectly. what button to press, where to lay, how to press your bodies to be perfectly comfortable, plus, it was very rare you encountered any other cars or people around the skatepark, you kind of had to learn to appreciate the privacy. it was either the back of your truck all alone or your comfy bed and a nosy roommate around.

so now, it’s become extremely easy for haewon to slither to the back seat even before you put the vehicle on park. and she waits patiently, but not enough to keep her underwear on while you climb back to her. the kiss when you finally reach her is all she’s ever wanted. it’s rushed and horny like the only ones teenagers know to give but it’s welcoming and craving, and it makes her feel so wanted.

but she’s still not patient enough, she can’t help but undo your bottoms and take everything there with her before she tugs you on her body until you’re straddling her. and mainly it’s just the two of you making out, a hand behind your head while other was on your ass.

you’re enjoying the moment, you loved making out anyway, but you’re so into it, neither of you is paying attention to the way your hips slowly slip into place with hers, like pieces to a puzzle, and in a minute you begin to feel that delicious friction between the two of you that has you breaking the kiss to do a double take.

[kpop-yes]

So I know I haven’t been uploading the fics i promised and i’m sorry.

So to make up for it, The top 3 on this poll will get fics

[usedpidemo]

More than you know (Nmixx Haewon)

“Miss Haewon, please see me after class hours later. I would like to talk to you.”

There it is. A rather predictable bookend to another dull lecture. She saw it coming from the moment she walked into the classroom. 

She absolutely loathes hearing it. 

Despite the comically indignant scowl she shoots you on the way out—and the mocking jeers from her friends that elicit embarrassment—by the time the final bell rings, she couldn’t wait to see you later on.

You’re excited, too—but for all the wrong reasons. 

She’s the only thing keeping your passion for teaching alive.

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For the record, Haewon is not a bad student, not in the slightest. If anything, she’s par for the course. She’s not gonna be some summa cum laude, but she isn’t a sorry case, either. And that’s been the pattern with your students for years. They only care enough just to get by. Haewon is the most clear-cut example you can refer to.

Based on the rather intriguing stares she shoots at you, you’d be tricked into believing she’s actually interested enough in improving her future performance in class. Peeking through the laptop, catching glimpses of everyone’s grades. Her name is highlighted on the document, and the scores consist primarily of mid-eighties with some low-nineties. Clearly she’s nowhere close to a flunk or a future dropout. 

Better than the high seventies and low eighties that the rest of your class averages.

“Sir, how many times do we need to go over this. I’m doing well for myself,” she remarks, giving you a look that says I told you so. The evidence is right in front of you, written in bold. “C’mon sir. Just let me go early today.”

And that’s when you make your first of many mistakes—feeding her the attention she craves. Where’s this energy when it comes to your lectures, you wonder?

Before you even entertain the thought, the scene has already gone completely sideways. Here’s a student with zero regard for following rules, and you’ve experienced your fair share of troublemakers. She’s sitting on the desk, pale skin in plain view from the off shoulder cropped sweatshirt that barely qualifies for the dress code. You’re looking—and she’s keenly noticing. 

“Maybe another time, sir?” Haewon reads your mind like an open book. She’s purposely dressing improperly for two reasons: to piss off the higher-ups who hate her guts, and to make it easier for you to rip through her clothes. “I’ve got dance practice with the theater girls and I’m running late.”

“Well for one, you can drop the honorifics,” you reply, plainly, in a particularly weak effort to change the conversation. The attention you give her is short-lived; your focus returns to the unanswered emails and grades you need to fill. “Class hours are done for the day.”

It’s evidently not the response she wanted, because her arms are crossed and she’s pouting. You have to admit, she looks cute acting like that, revealing clothes be damned.

“Sir.” Haewon drawls out into a groan, bothered by the monotony of waiting when she has places to be. She won’t go as far as to knock your laptop down, but she’s considering it as a last resort. “You’re being a bitch right now.”

Anyone else in her position would get it—a verbal lashing that would get your teaching license rescinded and take you to court, but Haewon is the epitome of getting away with murder. You have no idea how she does it—how she manages to escape mostly unscathed from punishment. Even now while you drum on the keyboard, because you’re allowing her to call you a bitch without consequence. 

Maybe because you like her more than you would openly admit.

She sighs. It’s a defeatist tone. A few moments later, you close your laptop and she perks up.

“Take a seat. I do want to talk to you about something important,” you tell her, knowing one hundred percent certain she’s not getting off your desk. 

Haewon can’t help herself to a snarky comment. “Damn. Finally.”

By every conceivable account, this should be awkward, if not outright wrong. She’s still an undergrad, you tell yourself, staring into her sharp, alluring eyes. For as rebellious and as unruly as Haewon acts, she still listens to you. Hell, you’re the only professor she bothers to attend classes regularly for. She’d tell you she cares in her own twisted way. Look at how she dresses, for one. Your thoughts consist of mainly her in some cumbersome position, her lips letting out these desperate, heavy gasps. Your hands squeezing her taut breasts; the way her shirt accentuates the curves of her chest drives your imagination wild. You can spend all day planning how you intend to fuck her—

“Sir, you’re staring again.” A snap back to the present, where she’s grinning and leaning close to your face. So pretty. “I get it—I’m hot, but we’re on borrowed time, sir.”

“Right. I honestly forgot what I was gonna tell you,” you mindlessly drawl, searching through your desk for something. Something to temporarily distract you from the inevitability of the end. The rest of your paperwork lies unattended in the faculty room, you remember, but you’re not gonna step foot inside that place—not when the other professors are still around. Time is money. “But it’s definitely not your grades, that’s for certain.”

“What’s it about, then?” Her eyes continue to follow your every move. 

You place a folded sheet of paper between you. She grabs it and reads through the brief content. The response is concerning. 

“You’re leaving?” Haewon turns to you, stunned and gobsmacked. A rare expression coming from someone who’s usually indifferent toward everything and everyone.

Genuinely, you have no idea how to explain yourself. You had this all planned out since the beginning of the year; these two semesters will be your last, you were completely certain. You could have told anyone in the faculty. They’re decent people—as decent as they can be during the few times you actually interact with them—but they were merely coworkers and nothing more. You could have told your wife, who just so happens to be a fellow professor and colleague, but she’s one of the reasons why you’re leaving in the first place. 

Word spreads like wildfire around campus, so you know to be careful, but this is straight recklessness. You call it mutual trust.

“Been thinking about it for a while,” you say, rather quietly, trying your hardest not to look her way. 

“Let me guess,” she says, breaking the pretense of sympathy and concern for her usual caustic tone. “No one cares about your shitty class?”

You’re not remotely bothered by her comment, even if she’s speaking the truth. Though she could have used a nicer word besides shitty. “Part of it, yeah.”

“I seriously don’t understand why there’s gotta be a religious unit for a business degree,” she adds, fascinated by her own question. Even more so than listening to your lectures. “I don’t get it.”

“I don’t get it either.” Truthfully, you seriously question why you’re even teaching here to begin with.

You’re employed by one of the top universities in the country; every parent would sacrifice everything just for their children to study here. It pays well by teaching standards, but the bar is in hell. Despite the prestige, the overall experience is no different than your time in public high school. Most of the students who do attend come from rich backgrounds; people who use the place as a dick measuring contest to see who is the richer person. These entitled scholars who are always on their phone—one of their many phones—and cheat to get ahead.

It happens so often on the regular that you eventually stopped caring.

“Hmm,” Haewon thinks to herself, running through every piece of information she has to weaponize against you. She knows you better than anyone, mainly because you share personal life details like they’re the daily newspaper. Not to mention the very reason she comes to the classroom in the afternoons: you.

Then she comes to a rather off the wall conclusion. “It’s Miss Myoui, isn’t it?”

You squint your eyes. Haewon glints up. A small opening. 

After a brief pause, she piles on, smirking. “Did I touch a nerve? Poor you,” she says, shooting you a mocking pout that you mostly ignore. “I guess you haven’t had some good pussy in a while. I mean, there’s no reason for me to be here other than the fact that Miss Myoui isn’t letting you clap her ass. Maybe the rumors are true then—”

Before she continues to spill more information that anyone shouldn’t be allowed to know, you fire back with a sharp glare. She cheekily grins. By ignoring the flashing red light right in front of you, you’re purposefully walking towards your own downfall.  It’s a trap; you know this. You know Haewon more than any other student. All her little tricks, all her crafty schemes. 

God, you can already see how this is gonna end.

“So I’m right?” Haewon tilts her head, leaning slightly forward. Her smug expression, word choice, and mocking tone tests your patience—including your blood levels—and you’re failing by the minute. “Trouble at home?”

Your response? Nothing. Going word for word with her ultimately results in a losing effort; previous conversations with her leave you more tongue tied and in a rut by the end. Haewon is so natural at getting under people’s skin. It’s what she gets off on—wrapping professors and superiors around her finger with her mouth. And more often than not, she’s charismatic and charming enough that it’s entertaining, but no one wants to openly admit it except you.

It’s how she’s able to read you like an open book. Let personal information slip so seamlessly. The numerous discussions regarding her underperformance in class lead into intimate sessions where you and Haewon become more acquainted with each other. A little too comfortable at times, but you can see where and why she acts the way she does. And you had come to the conclusion that you can’t fix her. Many have tried—and failed. She does whatever she wants, and she’ll end up getting away with it.

You slide your laptop aside, ready to dance with the devil, going against everything you swore against. “Mmm—not quite, but you’re halfway there.”

Haewon smiles and her eyes flutter. Not in a patronizing, condescending way, but the sweet kind. Genuine. The soft side she’ll only let you see. “Miss Myoui not letting you clap, sir?”

“She does,” you say, dour. And I already told you class hours are done. Please don’t call me sir.”

“Right. Sir.” Haewon’s playful tone trails off with that loathsome word. She can’t help but smirk; it’s second nature to her. She’ll claim that you fell for that bait, but that was deliberate, you’ll say—even if she refuses to believe you.  

After a brief impasse, “So—sir,” she follows, using her eyebrows and cadence to tease, her hands on the edge of her pants, teasing some underwear, “You need to fuck me again? Now? Is Miss Myoui not letting you have some lately?”

Turning your gaze away and to the desk, “About Mina,” you reply, drumming your fingers on the table, deep in thought, “I’m planning to divorce her soon.”

“Huh?” Her eyes shoot wide, her expression rather surprised at the sudden revelation. You’d think by how she teases you about your wife, she’d have a much more subdued reaction. Considering she knows facets of your rather strange relationship with Mina. “Well, I would tell you’d be fumbling big time, but you should know—”

“She’s cheating on me. I know.” 

Now she’s genuinely shocked, completely caught unaware. She’d assume you to be particularly naive and clueless about campus rumblings, especially since she’d never see you outside of the classroom and in the faculty room. “Well damn. I honestly thought you didn’t know.”

“Can’t say it would be the first time I’ve heard about it,” you say, turning to face her again, cold and gloomy. Pointing your finger at her, “And before you say anything, no, I didn’t catch her getting eaten out in the faculty room.” 

You say that with the utmost sincerity—and sarcasm.

Haewon hesitates, before answering, rather  “I figured.” She understands that your poor eyes have seen some things you shouldn’t be seeing.

Truthfully, you’re amazed she hasn’t brought up the subject a lot earlier. Since the end of the previous academic year, you’ve noticed Mina’s sudden changes in behavior. She’s sending more text messages telling you she’ll arrive home later than usual, the frequent faculty outings she chooses to attend, the cancellation of plans scheduled months in advance—the biggest of which, a dinner date at a particularly expensive five-star restaurant on the other side of town that has a notorious 18 month waitlist that you miraculously booked for your anniversary. And that was five months ago.

People change, but Mina is an entirely different person to you now. You can hardly recognize her.

“I guess I should say I’m sorry for what happened,” Haewon says, pretty modest and empathetic in tone, but even during serious moments, she can’t help but remark, “But you were kind of loser material for a woman like her.”

You can only stare back, annoyed. She chuckles, heartily. Seeing your animated, cartoonish expressions only serves to amuse her even further and fuel her addiction of teasing you. 

“Ah, I fucking love you, sir. You’re my favorite professor for this reason.” In an instant, the somber facade falls apart and she’s back to being her usual coy self.

“Among other things?” you question.

“Such as?” Haewon looks confused. It’s a bluff; you’re calling it now. “Such as what, sir?”

Placing a hand on her knee, you’re creating friction so intense that her mouth goes agape and her breaths grow heavier. “Such as the fact that no one eats you out better than I do,” you reply, inflection transitioning from formal to low.

“Oh?” She doesn’t believe what’s happening to you. “Sir,” her cadence dances in such a melodic and sultry way it’s gonna ruin you faster than anything she’s done so far. “You have no evidence to prove—”

Suddenly, Haewon goes tongue tied, unable to finish her sentence. That’s a first. And you didn’t need to lift a finger or use your voice. Your other hand finds solace around her toned waist, exploring her tummy, and it’s thankfully not restricted by any layer of clothing. So much pristine skin to claim as yours, you begin to lose your restraint—and there isn’t much left to begin with.

“I can take you to the faculty room and show you,” you mumble against her belly, the cold breath tickling her flesh that she trembles. Haewon’s senses float off, her vision growing dark as her hands impulsively latch onto your shoulders. In return, you peck her navel, her abs, until you reach her abdomen, a hair’s breadth away from her chest. Between kisses, you continue to feed into her want, “Or I can give you an example right now.”

“Please,” Haewon finds enough clarity to cup your face up and meet her in a lengthy passionate liplock. This is what she wanted from the start. “Indulge me, sir.”

The only thing keeping you two apart is the laptop dangling on the opposite side of the table, almost pushed aside while you were making out. You quickly place it on a random desk before closing the two classroom door curtains.

When you return to Haewon, she’s sitting atop your desk, playfully swinging her legs, smiling modestly. It’s only now that you recognize how pretty she looks. But behind that meek appearance is a demon, a temptress that only sees you as a conduit for pleasure. In her eyes, the only purpose you have to give is sex, and nothing more. 

So push your chair forward when you sit down. Haewon’s legs are already spread wide, but the pants remain on them. She doesn’t like to do it herself. 

“Won’t give me a cheating discount?” you say, looking up at her coy grin, placing your hands around the hem of her trousers.

“Technically—” she trails off, kissing you, “You’re cheating on her with me, sir.” Followed by another. Each one deeper, more intimate than the last. “Don’t act all innocent now, especially when we’ve been doing this for months.”

Then, Haewon consumes you—as in, devours you. Grabs you and makes out with you with a passion you wish she’d present during class hours. You’d be content to remain in this position for the rest of the day, even if the clothes never come off; he’s so passionate and fervent that it’s intoxicating. But it’s all planned. Elaborate. You’re familiar with her more than you ever want to be: how she loves to unbutton your shirt while kissing you, how she mumbles and hums softly against your mouth, how she whispers desires that end up becoming realized after the foreplay. In reality, she’s the one dictating the pace, the one calling all the shots, and you’re merely an instrument she uses to indulge herself.

And she wants it: everywhere, in every position—something you find too much to handle, and she’s already quite the handful. But it’s merely a delay of the inevitable; you’re going to fuck Haewon, you’re gonna pour all your cum inside her, and you can figure out the rest the morning after.

More often than not, your shirt ends up unbuttoned, but not completely undone. One of two layers keeping your impulsive desires in check. As you work Haewon’s pants down her legs, most of your lesser instincts are shown in full display. It takes almost tearing your own fingers off your very hands not to rip through her panties. Meanwhile, she’s lounging on the desk, enjoying the sight of you reverting back to something primal. 

The way you fondle her creamy thighs, never finding their beginning and end, is like beholding a sculpture crafted by the gods. They’re meant to be worshiped, to be handled reverently.

And Haewon guides you through the process, commanding you like she has authority over you. Titles do not matter—they never have. “Keep going,” she says, as you leave delicate kiss marks down her thighs, slowly burying yourself into the inviting presence of her pussy. Peeking through the near-nonexistent layer of fabric, she shifts the lift of her legs, perching on your shoulders as she forces you into her suffocating warmth. 

“Show me,” she gasps, brushing your hair with her hand, and that’s what sets the rest into motion.

Her legs clutch you into a breathless hold. God, she’s killing you slowly, and you don’t mind it one bit. At this point, you have nothing to lose. You might as well treat this as your last supper, your final meal before you have to say goodbye. She can strangle you with her thighs while you drag your tongue up and down her folds, suck on her clit, take in all her nectar—it doesn’t change the fact that Haewon is gonna fucking end you. 

You might as well repay the favor.

And despite throwing caution to the wind, Haewon appears unprepared. Dazed and confused by the overwhelming sensation burning through her nerves, she trembles—and moans. She couldn’t be any less subtle if she tried; hearing her hit notes you never thought she’s capable of hitting only serves to be a minor distraction from her pulsating heat. You’re relentless, slowly picking away at her senses, at her sensitive cunt, knowing that no one can eat her out as well as you do.

“S-sir.” Haewon can only muster up a single word before her mouth fills the room with nothing but air. 

Deep down, you despise the rather obstructive yet comfortable position you’re in. Your tongue brushes against Haewon’s folds, going back and forth to taste of her warmth and her clit. The rest of her frame lays atop the desk, trembling, unable to keep herself steady under your grip. She’s lost you somewhere in between, clinging onto the edges of the table for support. You can only imagine her jaw agape, her expressions twisting in pleasure, wriggling and tossing her head around as she aimlessly tries to find some semblance of control.

Her mouth is the only tool she can use to make some sense of this overwhelming bliss. And even that doesn’t amount to much. ‘Shit,’ ‘so good,’ ‘don’t stop—’ these are only some of the things she groans out as you trap her in a whirlpool of her own ecstasy. It’s still not enough. You want to prove her wrong; you want to remind her what’s important, and the only way you can make sure she truly understands if she fucking cums all over your face.

So while Haewon writhes and makes a damn mess of your desk, you continue to feast on her pretty cunt. She’s making sure every person in the building knows how good your tongue is, and it’s in character with how unabashedly shameless she behaves in front of everyone. Her legs kick sharply against your chair, so you end up where you were supposed to be from the beginning—on your knees. And yet it doesn’t deter you; if anything, you grow more attached to her pussy, savoring every taste and drop, taking piece of every little part of her as yours.

You can’t wait to explore the rest of her body and claim it as yours. On the off chance you’re able to rip her shirt off, your hands roam her tight, lithe figure. You’re met by layers of fabric, frustrated at the inability to grab her breasts in their natural form. She grabs you by the wrists; it’s a miracle she’s able to feel you through the waves crushing her to the desk. You suck on her clit hard. She lets out this guttural moan that sounds violent in nature, like you’re hurting her, when you’re actually doing the exact opposite. 

And it’s how you play off each other for the most part. Your need to get Haewon naked is only matched by her desperation to cum. She doesn’t need to tell you directly how much she wants to. Her hands guide you beneath her shirt, and you press on the underside of her boobs in appreciation. You’re playing a dangerous game; you have no intention of letting go. 

Surprisingly, Haewon holds up well. One look and it might appear that she’s a complete wreck: how her body trembles unceasingly, how she has half her shirt lifted to give you a better view of her chest for when you eventually come up for air, how helpless she is at even the slightest touch. You made her like this. It’s a habit she’s used to by now; she’s learned that a figure like hers is meant to be admired, to be used.

Before you grow comfortable with the habit, the idea that you can eat her out on the desk for hours, Haewon cums.

She keens and shudders through her surprise orgasm. It’s aligned with her playful nature to cum without your knowing, even though the signs were there all along. Your tongue works through the torrent of fluid, then the wave of slick that you drink up. Lap whatever your satiated bud allows. You can see remnants of her climax spill down the desk and to the floor, to her pants. 

Even now, you’re still learning something new about your students. For one, you never knew Haewon squirts.

The wet desk would make for a perfect reference picture for when she questions your legitimacy again—but you have better ways of explaining yourself.

You give Haewon no reprieve; she mewls and whimpers as you lick her folds clean, till you settle into soft, gentle kisses. The situation is all sorts of fucked; she has places to be and friends to meet, but you have her on top of your desk, keening after eating her out and making her cum without a care. It’s gonna take an essay's worth of explaining the glaringly wet patches on her clothes and deep red marks over her skin. 

Truthfully, she’d rather be with you than with her overbearing friends—but you won’t hear it directly from her lips.

Speaking of, you hear a phone ring. Haewon cranes her neck in the direction of her bag. “Sir, I need my phone.” She huffs, gasping for air, each word spaced out between deep breaths. 

Regretfully, it takes every bit of your resolve to release your tongue from her warm cunt. You rummage through her bag and hand the phone over to her. It’s about picking up the pieces now, salvaging whatever you can make of the mess you made, albeit there’s hardly anything to save, even yourself. 

“Don’t.” Haewon uses her loose toes to point at you, shifting herself into a sitting position on the desk. You’re halfway done with the first button on your shirt when she stops you. She’s tapping through her phone, texting some bullshit excuse to her friends. Knowing her, they’re most likely no better than her; they might be playing into your little secret, too. All it takes is one person, one word of mouth, before information spreads around like wildfire.

Like everything else about her, you had mostly left it up to interpretation. Forcing details out of Haewon is a near-impossible task. You were never really a good negotiator. The deal usually ends up like this: her panties for a bonus in her grades, her lips for a signed excuse letter, and if she was really in the mood, her pussy for a cheat sheet. Sometimes, 

She sets her phone aside on the desk, hopping off the table to lay her hands on your exposed chest. Momentarily kissing you, she whispers, “Sir, I told them I would be a little late today. You should know better by now.” 

Her fingers wring around the collar of your button up shirt, eyes ablaze with reinvigorated lust, lips curled  in a pleasant smile. You’re so enamored with her, it drives you crazy. Even when she pushes you onto your chair, even when she rips the already undone shirt off your body, all you can do is pay attention to the stars in her eyes. Her warm, wanton gaze—both charming and alluring in all the right ways. She knows how to use every part of herself to near perfection. 

The rest of your clothes couldn’t come off any faster. Your pants and boxers pool around your ankles, followed shortly by a dark cropped sweatshirt. You’re not given any time to savor the perfection that is Haewon’s naked figure; she’s straddled on your lap, stroking your hard cock with a delicate grip. She smirks, and she has every right to look smug. You’re left breathless, under pressure; if only you can see yourself in the mirror and see how needy you look, and the utter control Haewon has over you.

And you allow her; this is her specialty, this is what she’s built for—to fucking end you.

If your words allow you, you’d command her to get on her knees, suck your cock and take a warm load all over her face; this is the ideal position to make the move. But you can’t. Not when you’re missing the point. 

Haewon is on the edge of your lap, running her hand around your cock, gathering spurts of precum on her nails and finger pads. She’s still winded from before, slow in her movements. The naughty look she gives your body never grows old. 

“I hope you don’t mind if I ask you a question,” she starts, looking down at the little mess she’s making on your thigh. You’re too overwhelmed to breathe, let alone say a word.

“Be honest with me. I’m being serious for once.” 

And she sounds like she means it. You gulp your throat as you enter the unknown.

Her eyes flicker up to meet yours, her expression deep in thought, something she’s not usually seen doing. And you feel the heat gradually building on your lap, but you’re paralyzed by anxiety for the sensation to register. She runs the other hand through hair to take a good luck at you: your rather sweaty face, somewhere between pleasure and tense. 

“Tell me,” she sighs, running a hand down your shoulder to your elbow, before continuing, “Am I the best student you’ve ever fucked?”

“Yes.” The word comes out involuntarily, as if it were muscle memory. Like your body knows, and it knows itself better than anyone or anything else.

It draws a piqued reaction from Haewon. She raises an eyebrow, unconvinced. “And what about Yoona?”

“And what about her?” 

A reply you end up regretting almost immediately. Haewon doesn’t take bullshit for an answer, as evident by the cold, dour stare on her face. If there’s anyone who knows the ins and outs of university, it’s her. 

It doesn’t take long for you to cave in. “She’s so tight,” you admit, sounding like a guilty criminal being interrogated. “But you’re still the best, I swear.”

“And what about Yuna? That exchange student Lily? Miss Minatozaki? You say that to just about anyone.” 

In an instant, she goes from curious and passionate to downright frightening. It’s not supposed to be like this; normally it’s you who has the authority. Haewon can go on and on for hours if she wanted to. She has all the leverage, all the evidence, all the power to cause the end of everything, your life included. But she only wants one thing: the truth.

“They’re nothing compared to you. Promise. You’re still my favorite student.”

To a certain extent, you’re right; Haewon is your favorite, but for all for the wrong reasons. It has nothing to do with teaching her anything other than being a good toy, because deep down, she’s about as irredeemable as your peers make her out to be. Really, it’s about using her body, fucking her, pushing her to the absolute limits—anything to get your mind out of the numbing, monotonous work of being an actual professor. There are many good girls in class, including the names she mentions in passing, but this is a stark reminder that Haewon is yours, and you belong to Haewon.

“Then show me.”

And to drive the point even further, she sinks down on your lap, pressing her weight on your crotch—until her pussy meets your cock and you both disappear into the sea of pleasure again.

Haewon throws her head back, and she’s never looked more vulnerable, not even when you had her laid out on the desk. All this flesh and body to claim, and you have no clue where to begin. But that’s the least of your problems when she begins to glide up and down, rocking your lap with slow, agonizing thrusts. You end up blanking out and caring about the friction in your hips instead. 

The slip of your cock in and out of her pussy when she rides you. Your palms press against her waist while you watch her slowly come undone: the moans, curses, and every sound in between, the rapidly twisting expressions, the hypnotic jiggle of her chest. Soon, you find a steady rhythm to match, and everything becomes effortless. Both of you pushing and pulling against each other’s bodies in an effort to get deeper. You forget you’re a professor and her a student, only two souls in need of sex during some trying times in your lives.

In a way, you’re both meant to be. Fate is a strange entity.

Then Haewon regains some clarity, enough to be kissing you, moaning directly in your ear, demanding your gaze. Even when her hole swallows your cock, she still wants your attention. And even while you have it so deep in her cunt that she’s mewling, struggling for oxygen, she manages to form a coherent sentence.

“Tell me I’m the tightest. Tell me I have the best pussy you ever fucked.” 

God, she’s so fucking tight you can’t fully comprehend it. Perhaps even more, and you’re used to using her. Maybe it’s all that pent-up frustration toward your dead end job, toward Mina, that makes her clench tighter. That’s now how pussy works; you’re just stretching her out really hard, but you have nothing sensible to conclude with. What you can tell, however, is that you needed this—and you needed it badly. 

You’re thankful you closed off the doors and curtains to the classroom, because the last thing anyone needs to see and hear is the sight of Haewon riding you while you both moan about how good the other feels. 

“Love this pussy,” you murmur, breathing against her collarbone, wanting a taste of her taut nipple. She has you in a tight bearhug that binds your hands around her waist. “Fuck—so—fucking—tight—the best—”

And that’s all she needed to hear. Every word—every sound—slips from her lips like it hurts, but she’s in total bliss. She moves her hips against the roll of your cock with deep emphasis, like fitting puzzle pieces together, and it sends you. You’re left even more breathless, more in awe at how fucking well Haewon takes your length. As if it was always meant for her. 

Curses and praise aside, she’s never one to talk during sex. But then she makes the faintest comment about how your cock fits so snug inside her, and you honestly just lose it.

Once in a while, a certain inquiry is brought up. What’s your favorite thing about me, Haewon asks, when it’s supposed to be the opposite. You’re supposed to give out this very question to your students as a way to improve your teaching style and maybe come off as an approachable authority figure. As expected, it wasn’t helpful in the slightest. She then would suddenly come to you at the most random of times with this particular question, and you’d be preoccupied with numerous things—home life, school activities, the usual—to find an answer. 

But right there, right as you spear deep into her tight, needy cunt, is where you figure it all out. It’s all in the little details. Your hand going up and down her arched back. The squelching of her pussy against your cock. The furious sound of your flesh slapping against hers. Her loose, shrilly whines while you bury your face between her chest, begging you harder. Her hands tangled with your hair and nape. All that while she’s bouncing on your lap at such a feverish pace; she’s going to break the chair you’re sitting on.

Before you know it, your tongue has traveled all over the most sensitive parts of her body: nipples, neck, and even pits. 

Everything about Haewon is so ridiculous, you can’t believe how much of a challenge she has been for the longest time that you’ve forgotten how easily she folds. Like she’s meant to be used.

But no punishment is suitable enough; no amount of discipline can change her. If anything, it only fuels her goal to thread the needle even further.

“Gonna fucking cum, Haewon,” you hiss against her ear, blurring the line between kissing and biting her collarbone. Using all the strength in your hips, you have her legs spread as wide as they can over the chair, over your thighs. The squirt she releases as she crashes on your lap serves to fan the flames in your cock even brighter. It’s all but inevitable that you’ll pour it all inside her, and she wouldn’t want it any other way.

If you had any semblance of a spine, you’d never let her hear the end of it. The idea that her pussy isn’t getting its fair share of seed disgusts her. She needs to learn what boundaries are, and how not to cross said lines. At least there’s one lesson you can impart on her before you split, but you’ll save that for another day, because you cum.

You fuck Haewon so hard, she turns into mush that melts in your grasp. Forget the guttural groan you made; the aftermath is alarming. Her pussy drips with a huge load pooling on the chair and trickling down her thighs. You make sure you bury yourself to the hilt and unload inside her. The evidence is undeniable; from the smell to the sight of clothes and cum, there’s no concealing it—if there was even anything to hide, because your salacious activity could easily be heard anywhere in the building. 

And lost in the madness is your train of thought; your body is reeling from the aftershocks of your orgasm, and you simply idle. Let your cock stay in Haewon’s warmth as long as possible. Let the setting sun bathe her pretty face in that lovely afterglow. Let her slowly recover and realize that you’ve been right all along about everything.

“Sir, you came inside me a lot,” she says, a little over a whisper, trying to take record of your work. Her eyes stay glued to the puddle of cum dripping down her leg, running a finger to taste you. 

“For my favorite student, why wouldn’t I,” you tell her, caressing your hand up and down her back. Even through the climax, you never stopped. 

The brief, peaceful respite is interrupted by, you guessed it, another phone. This time, it’s not Haewon’s. She moves gingerly bending down, almost tumbling over in an attempt to retrieve your phone from the depths of your pocket. Your only contribution is ensuring she doesn’t bash her head on the floor. 

“Well, well, well,” she comments, looking at your phone with a familiar, sarcastic tone before handing it over to you. “Speak of the devil.”

On the screen are two missed calls and one new text, all from none other than Mina herself. A grim reminder of the reality you live in.

The message is as predictable as it reads. She won’t be home till late in the evening, which might as well be dawn of the next day.

“Miss Myoui is getting it. A hundred percent sure.” 

She delivers it with such conviction that it might as well be fact. You’d be upset about the very thought—anyone would—but a glance at Haewon gives you an idea. One that leaves her curious.

“Sir? Why are you looking at me like that?”

You can already imagine it: the image of railing Haewon everywhere. On the table, against the wall, under the showers. Maybe if you’re lucky enough, Mina will go through that door and be greeted by the sight of her least favorite student getting fucked by her husband from behind.

You show her the text, and just like that, you’re both one and the same. A look of pride crosses her face, as if she’s accomplished an important milestone—and it’s quite a momentous one.

And what better way to celebrate than inside the comfort of your home.

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(A/N: Been down bad for Haewon since December. Also, NMIXX is actually good now! Their latest EP has some bangers, highly recommend Run for Roses and Passionfruit. The setting might be a bit more on the bleaker/less wholesome side, but I hope it's not uncomfortable/upsetting. Thank you for reading!)

[authorhjk1]

Oh fuck can we expect a part 2 for Haewon where she gets absolutely destroyed?

Blue icing

(Haewon X Male Reader)

You expected her to take a break. At least five minutes. Even one minute would've been enough.

Instead, she goes straight for your cock again.

You just came in her mare moments ago. Some of your jizz is still occasionally coming out of her nostrils in tiny globes. You pretty much destroyed her innocent face a minute ago, making her shed tear after tear. Making her gag as your cock bruises her throat.

Haewon is now staring up at you. Her big eyes coaxing you into becoming hard again. Her tear and cum stained face still looks oddly innocent. What else do you have to do to make a complete mess out of her?

A similar thought seems to linger in Haewon's mind as well.

"Where do you want to take me?"

The idea alone makes your cock twitch.

You ponder for a moment, looking around her apartment. Something in her kitchen catches your attention, but that's for later. Still trying to recover from the tiring face fuck, you nod towards her armchair that's standing in the corner of the living room.

"Ride me."

A mischievous smirk crosses her otherwise innocent face.

One second later, you find yourself sitting in the chair, Haewon hovering above you. She hikes up her skirt, revealing a pink thong underneath. It's actually purple by now. Her juices have drenched the light fabric, darkening it.

"Did you get this wet because I fucked your face?"

You give her a triumphant grin. Haewon frowns in anger.

"I'm wet because your cock is big. Not you. I still hate you."

She tries to sound tough, but you see her nervously glancing at your lap. Her pussy is only a few inches away from getting filled. During your hook up, she thought it wouldn't fit inside her. And you honestly can't even remember if she was able to handle it all.

"Maybe you aren't even tight. I'm just big enough to stretch you out anyway."

Haewon sticks out her tongue. But with her skirt around her waist, hovering above your cock, it makes her look sexy rather than rebellious.

"You wish. I'm the tightest you've ever had."

The young woman proves herself immediately after.

"Fuck."

Both of you groan in union as Haewon slowly takes in your tip. Your head rests against the back rest, but you force yourself to watch.

"Not b-bad, huh?"

Haewon tries to smile, but her pleasure twisted face makes her look like she just had a heart attack. Her lips are tightly pressed together.

"Not bad at all."

You have to admit it. She really is the tightest. But there is no use in telling her now. You don't want to see that satisfaction on her face.

"W-Wait."

Haewon has half your cock inside her pussy. Your hands hold her waist, slowly pulling her down. But when she hisses in pain, you stop your movements.

"I don't think I can take it all."

"Didn't you brag about having the best pussy I've ever been in?"

She shakes her head. Haewon takes heavy breaths, trying to get accustomed to your size.

"T-The tightest."

"Just admit my cock is too big for you."

She shakes her head again.

"Keep going."

You pull her a little further down.

"Stop."

A small whimper escapes her mouth.

"Is this enough now? I've proven I'm tight."

It's your time to shake your head.

"I can't get off like this, Haewon. You either take it all, or we are done here."

You look up at her, seeing how her eyes are shut tight. You don't care if you just lied. Your anger still isn't completely gone yet. You want to see her suffer a little.

"This is never gonna fit though!"

"Okay then."

You attempt to lift her off of you.

A long and loud moan escapes Haewon's mouth as she feels your cock drag along the walls of her tight cavern.

"W-Wait."

Only your tip is inside of her now. You feel her tremble.

"Let me try again. At my own pace."

"Are you being competitive? Or is your inner slut showing, Haewon?"

Her eyes glare at you. The fire threatening to burn you.

"I'm no slut. Even if I were, you would be responsible."

"I'm saying this one last time. It takes two to tango, Haewon. You are a slut. And you know it."

The petite girl on top for your raises her hand. You almost expect her to slap your cheek. Instead, she glances a little lower. In disbelieve, you feel her hand wrap around your throat. And, since her hand is too small, she uses the other one as well.

"No! You are at fault. You seduced me."

You know she can't hurt you. Her delicate fingers barely even manage to make you cough.

"I didn't do shit, Haewon."

By now, you realize that she is halfway down your cock again. Her snug walls threaten to strangle you too.

"Then who asked me to go to his hotel room?"

"Are you kidding me?"

Your hands on her waist encourage Haewon to start bouncing. Not fast or hard. But still incredibly well. As if she had done that her whole life.

"Do you remember what you said at the party?"

"What? Huh?"

Her face is right in front of yours, her eyes throwing daggers at you.

"Make me drunk and put a baby in my virgin pussy."

"I did not!"

You feel Haewon tighten around your cock.

"Yes, you did. You pleaded for it. Begged."

"Fuck you!"

She rides you at a faster pace now. Her hands around your throat squeeze you harder as her pussy does the same with your dick.

"You didn't want to be a virgin anymore. You wanted to feel like a whore."

"You are lying!"

This time, she does slap you. Not hard enough to hurt you. But probably leaving a red mark.

"I'm not, Haewon!"

Your turn to reach for her throat. There is no need for a second hand. Yours wraps around her perfectly. Her wide eyes glare at you, daring you to choke her.

"You want me to repeat all the dirty stuff you said!?"

"Fuck you! You are lying!"

Despite her yelling, her voice seems to tremble a little.

You are still halfway inside her snug pussy, trying your best to hold it in. How long can you resist?

"You said you don't remember!"

"I don't remember what we did. Only images. But I do know exactly what happened right before we went to the hotel."

"Liar!"

Haewon's hands are now in your hair, forcing your head back. It exposes your neck. A perfect spot for her to kiss your skin between shouts.

"If you're gonna call me a liar one more time, I'm gonna destroy your pussy Haewon."

You glare at her, her half open eyes now struggling to focus on you.

"Liar! Liar! Liar!"

Everytime she says that word, she tugs at your hair. And she keeps bouncing, slowly taking more and more of you inside.

"I warned you, slut."

"I'm not a slut, asshole!"

You've had enough of the name calling.

Grabbing her waist once more, you lift Haewon off your lap. She moans and whines as your cock stretches her walls one last time, before she feels completely empty.

"What are you doing?"

She mewls as she has to lets go off your hair.

You stand up, Haewon in your arms. Since you aren't inside of her, your cock rests against her pussy and midriff. Haewon looks down with big eyes, imagining how deep you could go.

"As promised, I'm gonna ruin you now."

You reach her kitchen, putting her down on her feet. Before Haewon can ask another question, you spin her around, bending her over the counter. She is now face to face with the thing she baked a couple of hours ago. Your ex girlfriend's birthday cake. If she stuck out her tongue, Haewon could probably lick up some of the blue icing.

"Wait. Go slow, I-"

It seems like it dawned on her what you are about to do.

"You asked for this."

Without giving Haewon time to reply or to prepare, you push inside of her again.

"Oh god!"

She moans, her head lies on the cold surface. You are already halfway inside, feeling her snug walls around you.

Haewon starts to squirm, when you start to push deeper. You part her walls further and further invading her pussy more and more.

"It's so deep."

She sighs, unable to stop you. Even Haewon herself can't really tell if this is pain or pleasure she is feeling.

You reach forward to grab a fistful of her black hair, unsatisfied with the amount of moans she is producing. A deep growl seems to escape her lips as you pull her head up. You see Haewon's back arch.

The position feels somehow familiar. Even the feeling of being almost completely inside of her seems natural. Are your memories from that night coming back?

"H-How are you so deep?"

Her cute whine motivates you to push further.

"Oh god!"

Another loud moan echoes through her apartment.

"You were right, Haewon. Your pussy really is the tightest."

It feels like she can't even hear you. Her body threatens to collapse, despite the fact that you are firmly holding onto her waist and her hair.

"But that still doesn't proof that you are innocent. You are still a slut."

A whimper escapes the girl's mouth. You can't tell if it's a protest or a reaction to you, pushing deeper.

After what feels like an eternity, you finally come to halt. Your still not completely inside of Haewon. You have to admit that you can't go deeper. At least not now. Her pussy I too tight.

You leave her snug cavern slowly, before pushing back in. The motion makes Haewon's body rock back and forth. Her nails scratch on the stone surface, trying to hold onto something.

"You are... You are so... So big."

It takes her a while to form a proper sentence as you start to actually fuck her. Slow and deep at first. But you gradually speed up and become more powerful with your thrusts.

Now, Haewon can't even string words together to make a sentence. Meaningless sounds escape her mouth, everytime you push into her. Her walls feel like they are stretched beyond repair. And with every thrust, you threaten to bruise her organs.

Usually, you would be fine with slow but forceful thrusts. But this isn't normal. You are still trying to take out your anger on Haewon's body. And the cake in front of her starts to fuel that fire inside of you even more. You can read your girlfriend's name as you fuck her best friend as deep as you possibly can.

"Fuck, Haewon. You are a stupid whore for telling her what happened. Why did you have to ruin this?"

You don't expect an answer. Because she is unable to talk. A small puddle of her drool is staining the counter.

"Did you do this, so you can fuck me again? Is that what it is?"

Your grip on her hair becomes stronger. You use your other hand to slap her ass, making her cheeks jiggle.

"P-Please."

You don't know if that's a yes, or if she is just asking you to fuck her harder.

The sight of Haewon like this and her tight pussy slowly drive you towards your orgasm. You know you don't have much time left. You keep fucking her from behind, pulling her hair. You still need to ruin that innocent face. It would be a shame if you wouldn't. Eying that cake again, you feel your blood boiling once again. You just wanna...

You go deeper into Haewon than ever before, almost bottoming out inside of her.

"Fuck!"

She almost screams as you push her forward. She is now leaning over the table, her feet dangling right above the floor. Her face is now right above the cake.

Instead of pulling on her hair, you suddenly grab the back of her head and push down. Haewon's moans and yelps are suddenly muffled by the cake. You bury her face in it, covering it in blue icing.

"Whore."

You growl into her ear as you chase your orgasm, satisfied with ruining her work. And her face.

Your thrusts make her body move and with that, her head as well. You press her down into the cake, which is turning into a mountain of crumbs.

Seeing her like this finally makes your climax. You pull out, which almost feels like an impossible task, before you start to shoot your cum all over her ass and back. It stains her skin, mixing with the build up sweat on it.

Haewon's face must be a complete mess. Some of the blue icing got into her hair.

You admire your work. A completely messed up Haewon. On the inside and on the outside. Her face completely ruined by the cake, her ass and back full with cum. Her pussy almost looks like it's gaping as if she is asking for more.

Haewon feels like the biggest slut in the world. Used and dirty like a fuck toy. Is that why she tried to end your relationship?

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Haewon - Revenge pt2

Smut

Sry for the long wait, this part 2 is 4K words. It's a little long but I hope you enjoy it.

"What the fuck is going on!" Tae-won shouted as he witnessed his sister naked and riding Y/n on the couch.

"Oppa? Why are you here!?!?" Haewon asked, surprised and slowing down her pace of bouncing on Y/n's dick.

"What are you doing!" Her brother shouted in shock.

Y/n smirked at him and wrapped his arms around Haewon.

"Is he your brother?" Y/n asked, pretending to be shocked.

"Yes..." Haewon looked back at Y/n nervously as they stopped and sat together.

"Hi, I'm Haewon's boyfriend." Y/n introduced himself, smirking.

"Y/n! You piece of shit!" Tae-Won angrily shouted as he walked over and tried to punch Y/n.

He was stopped by Haewon. "You guys know each other?" Haewon asked, shocked that her brother knew Y/n's name.

"I didn't know Haewon was your sister!?!?" Y/n feigned being dumb.

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After Y/n left the house and her brother was scolding Haewon.

Tae-won wanted to complain to their parents but he didn't want to break the news to them. Instead he asked his parents to stop Y/n from coming over to teach Haewon and don't allow Y/n to meet her.

While his parents agreed and Y/n eventually cutting contact with Haewon, giving his excuse to her that Tae-won threatened him and etc...

Y/n thought that making Haewon hate Tae-won and fucking her. That was it...

Much to his and Tae-won's dismay however...

Haewon decided to join their university too...

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Beginning of new semester...

"Have you heard?" One of Y/n's friends asked.

"Heard what?" Y/n asked.

"Tae-won's sister is enrolling in our university!"

"What!?!?" Y/n asked in shock, dropping his phone.

"Yeah! I heard she's pretty and hot!" His friend whispered to him.

"Gosh..." Y/n mumbled.

Y/n quickly went back to his dorm room and laid down, thinking of a plan on how to avoid Haewon.

He looked up on his social media where the guys were already discussing about the new girls in campus. Including Haewon...

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Curious, Y/n opened the door to see who was it...

Luckily, it was his friend. He thought it might have been Haewon.

He let out a sigh of relief.

"Dude! Do you know Haewon?" His friend asked, as if interrogating him.

"No...?" Y/n answered weirdly.

"She is in our dorm. Supposedly to stay close with her brother. But when she heard someone talking about you. She got curious and asked about you."

"What!?! Who was talking about me? What did she ask??" Y/n asked anxiously, pulling his friend closer and looking around the hallway.

"It was Jong-min. He was talking about how you helped him with an assessment."

"Damn! This Jong-min got a big mouth!" Y/n sweared.

"And then Haewon asked, who is Y/n? Where do you stay and what classes you go to."

"So... does she know where I stay?" Y/n asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't think so?"

"Okay, just don't tell her where I stay." Y/n said, pushing his friend away.

"Why?"

*close the door*

Just an hour later, there was another knock on his door when Y/n was arranging his stuff.

He opened the door and it revealed Haewon! Who was smiling when she realised she finally found Y/n.

"Oppa!" She shouted, running in to hug Y/n. Who... reluctantly hugged her back but pushed her back soon after.

"What are you doing here?" Y/n asked.

"Oppa, I'm here to study and... get back with you. I even moved into the dorm. I wanted to be with you." Haewon said, smiling as she held Y/n's hands.

"Haewon, I can't be with you. You know that. Your parents asked me to stop seeing you." Y/n explained.

"No! They will understand! You are the only who could understand me, you were so nice to me... I want you!" She insisted.

"No! Stop disturbing me. I don't want to be involved with you anymore!" Y/n said, pushing Haewon down on the floor.

Haewon cried, hurt and left on the floor.

"Is it cause my brother is threatening you?" She asked, crying.

"Yes! Now will you leave me alone?" Y/n said, holding his fists and closing the door.

As he closed the door, he sat down against the door.

He wasn't sure what he was doing either... this is all too... messy. Y/n wanted to be with her, but he don't want to mess up her life.

"Ah fuck!" Y/n punched the floor.

After 5 minutes, he opened up the door slowly, seeing if Haewon was still there.

He saw that no one was there anymore, but he felt guilty... worried... Is Haewon okay? That was all that is going in his mind.

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After a week....

Y/n asked around for those in Haewon's major, if anyone knew her and if she was doing well.

"I don't know... I haven't see her in any of the classes either." One girl told him.

"Ok, thanks" Y/n said.

"Are you Haewon's brother or boyfriend?" She asked.

"Ugh, no. Haewon's brother told me to ask around." Y/n forced an awkward smile.

"Do you want to go out together?" The girl asked shyly.

"What? Umm, no sorry. I have a girlfriend." Y/n said, rejecting her. Making the girl nervous.

Y/n went home after his class and was doing his assignments when suddenly someone knocked on his door.

*KNOCK*

*KNOCK*

Someone knocked on the door hurriedly.

"Calm down!" Y/n said, quickly running to the door, opening it.

He opened the door to see Jong-min.

He was sweating and panicking.

"What's wrong!?!?" Y/n asked, confused.

"Somethings gonna happen to Haewon!"

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"There's a party tonight, and someone said to her, you wanted to meet her there and she agreed to come."  Jong-min said, catching his breath.

"Hae-won went there and I think, one of the guys want to spike her drink and..." Jong-min said, not wanting to finish the last sentence.

Y/n got the address of the party, and quickly drive his way to the location of the party which was in a club not far from the school.

"Please, please. Don't let anything happen to her." Y/n said, as he drove with full speed.

He parked outside and quickly showed his ID to the club bouncer, then going in and looked for Haewon.

"Room 7, Room 7!" Y/n recalled Jong-min saying it.

Y/n quickly opened the door and entered, seeing Haewon slightly drunk.

"Oppa...?" Haewon, holding a cup of alcohol , smiled and slightly confused, losing her footing.

He pulled Haewon away, leaving the room.

Someone tried to stop him from taking Haewon away, but he simply pushed them away.

"This girl is sister of Oh Tae-Won! From computer science major!" Y/n shouted, making them all freeze and leave.

"Shit, Oh Tae-Won?!" The guy who spiked the drink and organised the party sweared, throwing the glass cup down on the ground.

"Oppa? Where are we going?" Haewon asked, drunk and spinning around.

Y/n laid her down gently at the backseat while making sure she was doing okay.

He drove slowly back to the dorm, making sure Haewon wasn't being having any discomfort.

Once he arrived, Y/n slowly carried Haewon back up to his room. Making sure no one caught him and her together, not wanting any misunderstandings.

He opened the door and carried her in, "gosh... is all everyone who's drunk, heavy?" He carried her and laid her onto his bed.

He looked at the drunk girl in-front of him, he sighed.

He sat on the bed, holding her face.

"I miss you. I don't want to hurt you." Y/n whispered, touching her cheek.

Y/n then continued doing his work for awhile and then stopping for the day, laying beside the bed and sleeping on the floor, with his spare blanket.

The next day, he found Haewon beside him, looking at him.

"Hmph!?!!" Y/n was shocked to see her beside him.

"Are you really that shocked?" Haewon giggled.

"What are you doing?" Y/n asked.

"Nothing..." Haewon said, but her hands wandered around Y/n's shoulders, slowing going to his lower body.

"What were you doing last night?" Y/n asked, angry.

"I heard you wanted to meet me at the party." Haewon explained.

"If I wanted to meet you. I would have asked you to come meet me personally." Y/n said, further explaining.

"I don't go to places like club either way."

"Oh..." Haewon said, timidly.

"Are you okay? They tried to spike your drink." Y/n said, touching her hair.

"I'm okay. Cause you saved me." Haewon smiled.

"I..." Y/n was at a loss for words.

"I heard what you said last night." Haewon revealed.

"What?"

"You said you love me." Haewon said cheekily.

"Did I?" Y/n wondered.

"You did..." Haewon said, touching Y/n's morning wood now.

"Haewon?" Y/n looked down at her hands over his bulge.

"Oppa, don't resist me..." Haewon said.

Y/n looked at her, hesitant.

Y/n got up the bed and sat, while Haewon went down on her knees and pulled down his underwear, where Y/n's excited dick greeted her.

"I missed this..." Haewon wrapped her soft pale hands around Y/n's dick.

Y/n moaned as Haewon gently played with his dick.

"Oppa, you miss me?" Haewon started quickly jerking faster, enjoying how good she is making Y/n feel.

Y/n rolled his eyes and sighed satisfied, at the hands of Haewon.

"Oppa!" Haewon tapped him.

Y/n regained his mind and looked at Haewon, who then slowly swallowed the whole of his dick into her warm mouth.

All while Haewon maintained eye contact with him.

"Shit!" Y/n sweared, as he feel an amazing sensation as Haewon's mouth enveloped his member.

Within a minute or two, Y/n started to moan and closed his eyes.

"I-I am going to-" Y/n couldn't control himself.

Haewon felt Y/n's dick expand in her mouth and then came the explosion of cum into her mouth.

It tasted just like how she remembered...

"Mmm..." Haewon swallowed, Y/n's eyes remained closed and his body relaxed.

"Gosh, I missed this." Y/n admitted, touching Haewon's shoulders.

Haewon got up slightly, and started to take off her clothes. Stripping from her clothes, slipping each piece of clothing off slowly.

Y/n marvelled at the sight...

It's been awhile but Haewon's body remained beautiful and nice.

She got on top of him and kissed him.

"Haewon... I..." Y/n wanted to stop her but couldn't.

"Shush..." Haewon said as she slowly coaxed his clothes off.

"I know you want this. Don't try to stop me again." Haewon said, as she sat on Y/n's stomach and smirked.

"Oppa, you missed me. Don't you?" Haewon continued, while she touched herself.

"Touch me. Claim me." Haewon urged.

Y/n got up and put his mouth onto Haewon's boobs. It felt weirdly satisfying to Haewon as Y/n's hand explored her body and he continued kissing her.

"Fuck... This is so good." Y/n said, as he struggled for breath.

"We aren't even having sex. Imagine if we were... we are both not leaving this bed." Haewon joked.

"I will show you that tonight." Y/n said, looking at her with a determined look.

After awhile, they both laid in bed exhausted.

"Oppa, you should continue to sleep. It's barely morning." Haewon said, laying her head over his chest.

Y/n looked out his window to see the sunlight starting to shine through the trees into his room.

"I thought it was already morning." Y/n laughed.

"Let's sleep together." Haewon said, smiling happily as she hugged Y/n's body, feeling the heat of his body warming her.

And when Haewon later wake up, she sees Y/n still sleeping peacefully.

She got up and wore her clothes, looking around his room, before heading into the small kitchen area.

She looked for some ingredients in the fridge and started to cook breakfast for Y/n.

Y/n woke up to the sound of sizzling and looked towards the kitchen. He sees Haewon's back figure cooking something and frying something.

He got up and walked towards Haewon, hugging her from the back.

"Oppa, you are awake?" She asked, continuing to cook.

"Mmm." Y/n said, leaning his head on her shoulder.

"I cooked breakfast for you." Haewon said.

"Thanks." Y/n said, kissing her and touching her stomach.

As Y/n was eating breakfast with Haewon, someone knocked on the door and Haewon went to open the door.

As Haewon walked towards the door, Y/n just realised what that would mean.

"Wait!" But it was too late...

Haewon already opened the door, and outside was Y/n's friend, Jong-min.

"Yes?" Haewon asked the person.

Jong-min was shocked that Haewon was in his room and didn't know what to say.

"Uhh... nothing. I knocked on the wrong door." He said before walking away.

Y/n rushed to the door and shouted at him.

"Hey!!! it's not what you see!"

"Don't worry, I won't say anything!"

Y/n quickly closed the door and looked at Haewon, who was laughing at him.

"What? Are you scared." Haewon asked, looking at him smirking seductively.

"I shouldn't be dating you." Y/n admitted.

"I don't care. I want you." Haewon said, walking closer and holding his hand.

Y/n thought for awhile...

Haewon looked at his eyes and smiled, "I will make you decide."

She slowly go down on her knees and started to pull down his underwear once again, putting his dick into her warm mouth.

All this feeling, sensations... all too good and familiar for Y/n to resist.

"Stop me." Haewon dared him, momentarily stopping the moment.

Y/n stopped for awhile and simply allowed her to do her 'magic'.

"I could do this all day..." Haewon struggled to say, as she sucked his dick for the second time that day.

Y/n held her head and guided her. The fact that she wanted this too, made him feel even better.

Haewon slurped on his dick and Y/n started to thrust his dick slowly into Haewon's mouth.

Soon, the pace fastens and it was almost as if Y/n was fucking Haewon's mouth.

Then... Y/n unloaded into her mouth once again.

"You are insatiable." Y/n said, as he pulled out of her mouth.

"Me? How about you!" Haewon joked, after swallowing his cum.

"Go to your class, okay?" Y/n advices her.

"How did you know I haven't been to classes?" Haewon asked, surprised.

"I just know." Y/n struggled to explain.

"You have been asking around about me." Haewon understood, happy that Y/n cares about her.

"Don't use my family as excuses anymore. Just be my boyfriend. I want to be your girlfriend." Haewon said, hugging Y/n tightly.

Y/n didn't say anything except just hugging her back and patting her head.

"Okay." Y/n mumbled.

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Haewon started to attend her classes and do well in classes, submitting her assignments and being a good student.

However when outside of the classroom, she was doing all sort of things with Y/n. She would often go to his room and suck his dick or get fucked by Y/n.

Of course, they kept it low profile and a secret but Taewon soon found out.

Oh was he furious.

He confronted Y/n, who was in the room, busy with Haewon.

"Haewon, I know you are in there! Y/n, you bastard!" He shouted, knocking on the door.

He put his ears on the door and could hear Haewon moaning.

"Hey! Stop it!" Taewon shouted.

"Wait!" Y/n replied.

After a quiet minute, both of them appeared at the door, all dressed but sweaty.

"What do you think you are doing!!!" Taewon shouted.

"I was just helping her." Y/n answered.

"Do you think I'm stupid? I will tell this to father and mother! They will make you get kicked out of university!" Taewon warned, before leaving.

Haewon looked at Y/n in fear, worried for him.

"Don't worry." Y/n assured Haewon. 

The next day, Y/n went to her house with Haewon and officially introduced himself as her boyfriend.

As they sat down to talk, their parents were sceptical about him.

"Well, you are older than our daughter by 3 years. It's fine but... we are a little worried." Her mother explained.

"I understand but I want to let you know that I will treat her well and make sure she live happily everyday." Y/n say, making Haewon's father nod and Haewon blush.

"Hmm, but a tutor dating his former student... and Taewon even made us stopped you two from meeting after Haewon finished her exams..." Her parents were hesitant.

Y/n stood up and spoke. "Sir and ma'am, Haewon is a very nice girl, she just needed someone who could understand her."

"I want to be that person." Y/n continued, making Haewon touched. Also gaining the approval of her parents.

Her parents approved of them and asked them to go study well.

When driving back to their dorm, Haewon spoke.

"Thats way too easy! They didn't even talk much." Haewon wondered.

"Don't worry about it" Y/n held her hand.

"You should be worried about what I'm going to do to you after we get back." Y/n teased her.

And as soon as they got back into Y/n's room, Y/n stripped her naked and bent her over his desk, preparing to fuck her.

"Mmm!" As Haewon enjoyed the feeling of Y/n controlling her and the feeling of Y/n's dick inside her tight pussy.

"Yes! Oh! It feels so good!" Haewon moaned, struggling to contain her excitement.

"Keep it down. You don't want other people to know about us." Y/n whispered.

"I don't care! Fuck, your dick is so good Oppa! Fuck me harder!" Haewon shouted, continuing to moan.

Her moans only served to motivate Y/n.

The sound of their body clapping from the thrusts were filling the room.

"Fuck! My Oppa tried to stop me but nothing can stop us!" Haewon said, as she held on to the desk.

"Yeah, tell me more!" Y/n said, as he pulled her onto the bed and impaled her on his dick.

"Continue! Ride my dick!" Y/n commanded, spanking Haewon's ass.

"Fuck, so good!" Haewon moaned, trying to get up and down his dick.

Y/n sucked on her tits and held on to her closer.

It wasn't long before Y/n was about to cum and struggled to pull out of Haewon's tightly pussy. Haewon understood and quickly got on her knees, ready for him to finish in her mouth.

Y/n allowed Haewon to do her magic and within seconds inside her warm mouth, a huge explosion of cum went into her mouth and into her throat.

After a momentarily silence, both of them laid down in bed. Smiling at each other.

The next day, Y/n was asked to meet Taewon in his room.

Haewon wanted to stop him. "No, don't go." She hugged him.

"It's okay, I got this." Y/n said, kissing her forehead.

Y/n left alone to Taewon's room where he felt immense anger even entering his room.

He was asked to sit on the bed while he sat on the chair, as if it was an interrogation.

"You want to just play with my sister and fuck her only. Don't you? You don't have any feelings for my sister. You just want to take revenge on me for threatening you. And especially your ex-girlfriend..." Taewon said, whispering the last part.

Y/n held his fists...

He really wanted to punch this fucker.

But Y/n held on, as he realised something.

Y/n realised that his laptop was facing them, and specifically him. Although the laptop was black screen, the camera was open. He figured that this was a bait.

"No! I love Haewon, she's my true love. I really want to be with her." Y/n said firmly.

Those words surprised Taewon.

"What?" Taewon asked in confusion.

"I know you thought I would be like you. Fucking girls around in college and hooking up like crazy." Y/n exposed him, knowing whatever Taewon was trying to do is futile.

"What are you talking about!" Taewon stood up in anger.

"I won't tell your parents that you tried to invite Haewon to your friends party in the club and you asked for money, pretending it's for class when you are just splurging!" Y/n lied.

"What the fuck are you saying!" Taewon shouted, punching Y/n.

"I will take my leave now. I love Haewon and won't let her go!" Y/n said, before leaving.

Once he left the room, Taewon looked towards the laptop and talked panicky.

"Mom, Dad. It's not what you think it is! He's lying!" Taewon tried to defend himself.

"Enough! We heard enough." A voice came from the laptop.

Y/n heard from outside the room smirking, knowing that he succeeded.

Then, came a message from Haewon, asking to come to her room.

Once he arrived at outside her room, Y/n was greeted by her parents and Haewon.

"Hi, Sir and ma'am." Y/n bowed respectfully.

"Don't worry about Taewon. We support your relationship with Haewon fully!" Her father said, patting him on the shoulder, satisfied with him.

"I won't let you down!" Y/n said.

"I hope you don't mind that Taewon wanted to test you earlier." Her mother said, apologetically.

"It was a test?" Y/n pretended to be shock.

"I'm sorry, yes." She continued.

"I have seen how my daughter behaved from when she first met you and until now." Haewon's parents said, looking at Haewon, proud of her.

"Don't worry. I understand. Now, we have to talk to Taewon about something else." They said, stern.

"Did I get him in trouble?" Y/n pretended to be sorry.

"No, it's okay. You did good." Haewon's father said before leaving with his wife.

Y/n was left in the room with Haewon and smiled at her.

"Oppa, my parents love you!" Haewon said, delighted.

"And I love you." Y/n said, his hands wandering to her tits.

"Oppa! So naughty!" Haewon hit him playfully.

=============================

A few days later, Y/n was invited to stay over at Haewon's house as her parents are leaving for a vacation and wanted the couple to stay at the house, making sure the house was safe.

Taewon was shocked, when hearing the news.

"What!?!? You are letting them stay alone overnight at the house?" Taewon asked, in shock.

"Don't worry, they are responsible adults. We trust them." They said, calling from the airport.

"We need to get on the flight. Bye." They hung up the call.

Taewon quickly drive to the house and opened the door with his keys.

He climbed up the stairs, and could hear them having sex.

*clap*

*moans*

Taewon got instantly mad, and knocked on the door.

"HEY!!! YOU TWO! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" Taewon shouted.

Inside the room however....

Y/n had Haewon bent over her own desk and fucking her from the back, enjoying the beautiful view of her naked body, and nice ass.

"Gosh, your brother is trying to disturb us." Y/n said, struggling for breathes as he is thrusting inside Haewon's tight warm pussy.

"Ignore him. Just continue fucking me." Haewon said, continuing to moan and arch her back.

Y/n hold on to her waist and continue to fuck her even harder and faster.

The claps made by their body in unison was in rhythm and even louder.

Haewon's moans music to Y/n's ears

"HEY, ARE YOU IGNORING ME!?!?" Taewon shouted outside.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum soon. Your pussy is too good!" Y/n exclaimed, saying it loud for Taewon to hear.

"Cum inside me, Oppa!" Haewon said, wanting it.

Within seconds, Y/n's seed was flowing inside Haewon's tight little pussy...

And Taewon was unable to anything about it...

[nr1chaedickrider]

'Christmas gift'

this is basically just smut, felt silly <33 early christmas fic!!!

for the one and only @pinkytrl ilysm pookie!! also for 🐨 anon but you know who you are

"MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!" a voice screams the moment you enter your and lily's shared apartment. The high note making you yelp in surprise.

"I think you like christmas but im not sure.." you say while hanging your jacket on a hook thats drilled into the door, a little laugh leaving your mouth. Your comment makes Lily laugh along with you as she comes closer and puts her arms around your neck, pulling you closer and kissing you softly.

You hum into the kiss as you let yourself relax more and more, your hands travelling to her waist and holding it firmly.

After what felt like minutes, both of you slowly let go and breathe heavily while a small and almost non-visible string of salvia connects you two. Saying Lily's cheeks are just a little red would be a lie, the way she is looking right now looks more like a ripe tomato..

But the way she looks at you, eyes lidded, hot breath that hits your skin every now and then. You feel like falling in love again. Her hands trail down your body, stopping at your waist to pull you closer. Her mouth right next to your ear, whispering something that sounds like a dream come true:

"Ruin me."

She looks at you with a innocent smile, you smile back at her.

Your lips connect again, a heated and sloppy kiss, nothing like the one you shared when you entered the apartment and she greeted you like a puppy.

Your hands find their way back to her waist, pushing her in the direction of the bedroom while trying not to trip over anything.

You slam the door of the room closed while almost throwing Lily on the bed. You look down to her while she looks up to you. Her cheeks flushed and her body propped up by her arms, looking up to you in need and lust.

You sit down on her lap and start to kiss her neck, her hands grip the fabric of your t-shirt and soft moans leave her mouth. Crimson colored marks appearing on her neck, like a work of art.

After kissing her neck (or rather making out with it very roughly..) you start to tug at her oversized shirt, she helps you and pulls it off, throwing it somewhere on the already messy bedroom floor.

The sight infront of you is problably the best thing ever.

Lily looks at you with a grin, the red lingerie on her body saying more than any words couldve said. You feel your face heating up emberrassingly fast. Did she plan this?

"A little christmas present. How do you like it?" she asks in a teasing voice which makes you chuckle.

"I love it" you answer, your hands slowly roaming around her body.

"This is the best thing ever, fuck" you breathe out, kissing her again and slipping your tongue into her mouth, your fingers toying with her already hard nipple through her thin bra.

Whimpers leave her mouth while she grips the bedsheets under her. You slowly start to move down on her body, leaving a trail of marks and even bite marks here and there. You stop with the kisses right infront of the cute little ribbon on her panties, giggling a little at the sight of her. You look up to Lily and see that she has her brows furrowed as she looks at you.

A whiny "please.." comes out of her mouth, and who were you to say no to her?

You take off her underwear and throw it to the other clothes on the floor, moving a finger through her folds, making her breath shiver.

"You look so pretty like this.." you mumble against her thighs as you place kisses everywhere, except her throbbing core.

Her hand moves to your head, trying to move it closer to the place she really needs your lips on. "So desperate?" you ask as you look up to her, and she nods.

"Please.. I need it." Lily looks at you in that needy look you have seen so many times, but everytime she does it, it feels like the first time.

"I mean if you're asking so nicely.."

You latch yourself on her clit, licking it. She immideatly starts to moan, her head thrown back in pleasure as her hand grips your hair. You hum against her, the vibrations sending shivers down her spine as you move your tongue inbetween her folds in an unusual pace, making her curl her toes into the mattress.

Her moans are getting louder and louder as you eat her out like an wild animal that finally found its prey. You hold her thighs in place due to her squirming around so much.

"So riled up already.." you mumble against her core, knowing how close she actually already is.

"Please.. Im so close oh my god-" her thighs start to shake as you fuck her core with your tongue and your nose bumps into her clit, you smirk against her as she cums and her juices are starting to slowly flow out onto your tongue, almost drinking her up.

Lily breathes heavily as you sit down properly between her legs while she comes down from her high. You watch her in anticipation and she smiles at you, her cheeks still flushed. She takes your hand in hers, your thumb slowly caressing her skin as she looks down on your fingers.

She slowly leans forward, propping herself up with her other arm as she comes closer and closes the gap inbetween your lips, a slow and lovely kiss.

Which changes to a sloppy one pretty fast.

Moans and groans leaving both of your mouths as your other hand gropes her waist, moving them to her back to unclasp her red lace bra - finally freeing her tits.

You both part when you almost arent able to breathe anymore, looking at eachother with lust and red faces as Lily and you breathe heavily.

You want to let go of her hand but she holds it with a rather strong grip, taking her other hand to your wrist to hold your hand. She moves it closer to her mouth, looking at you with a smile before taking your fingers into her mouth.

You watch her in surprise by her sudden action, but saying it doesn't turn you on would be the biggest lie in history.

You can feel her tongue going inbetween your middle finger and your ring finger, moving it in circular movements. Your fingers get wetter and wetter after she sucks on them.

You slowly pull them out of her mouth, making a little 'pop' sound. She looks at you with a smile before laying down again, spreading her thighs.

You look at her, tilting your head like an confused puppy, but the teasing look in your face says something else.

"What do you want from me?" you ask, trying not to laugh.

"Come on... You know what I want.." she says, her hand holding your wrist with the fingers she just sucked on some moments ago, some of her saliva dropping on her naked thigh.

"I don't, I can just stop right here and there Lily" you say, trying to stand up but she pulls you down really quick, making you fall on top of her. Her mouth is right next to your ear, her hot breath hitting your cold skin, making you gulp.

Was she always like this?

You decided to not think about this now while waiting for her to talk,

"I want your fingers inside of me, I did you a favor and already wetted them for you.." she whispers in a deep voice.

You can feel your cheeks heat up as you slowly prop yourself up, smiling a little.

"That's what I wanted to hear" you run your finger through her folds, making her breath quiver as your slowly put it inside her hole, watching her bite her lip as you start to move.

"T-two fingers.." she moans out, not letting you answer,

"I prepared two fingers for you.." she adds, making you chuckle at her needyness.

"If you say so" you pull out, just to slam to fingers inside of her, making her yelp and lean her head back into the silk pillow. The volume of her moans increasing immideatly.

You lean forward and start to place kisses all over Lily's chest, running your tongue over her erected nipple. Your fingers never stopping thrusting in and out of her insanely fast.

"F-fuck.." she keeps moaning, cursing inbetween as her thighs try to close, but you hold them open, not letting her stop you in any way.

-

"Please..." she whimpers, her bangs sticking to her forehead because of the sweat, her chest rising and sinking rapidly.

"You wanted it so bad and now you're too exhausted baby?" you tease her while your fingers curl into her g-spot again.

Small tears leve her eyes and roll down her cheek.

"You look so pretty like this..." you say and kiss her cheek, tasting the slightly salty water drops. She looks at you while gripping the bedsheets.

"I know you're close, just one more" you add, thrusting your fingers in and out while playing with her nipples with your other hand. She nods fast, closing her eyes and letting you ruin her.

A sound similar to a scream leaves her mouth as she cums - again. You help her ride out her high as you pull out your fingers, laying down next to her.

"You did so good" you say with a smile, hugging her waist. She smiles and breathes heavily, looking at you.

"What is your gift for me?" she asks, you laugh a little, making eye contact with her.

"You can do anything to me baby" you answer, cuddling into her and closing your eyes.

"Trust me I have something planned." she whispers in a low tone.

-

You wake up in the morning, looking at the clock next to you, showing '10:00' in a bright red color.

You look to the other side, some of the light shines through the almost closed blinds. Your eyes wander around the room and you start to notice Lily sleeping next to you, her body covered with marks from the night before, her plump lips parting a little everytime she exhales.

She looks so cute when sleeping, you think while admiring her features.

You slowly get out of the bed, trying not to wake her up and leaving a little handwritten note.

'At the practice room, love you.

Dont forget to cover up the hickeys ;P'

Lily lets out a little laugh while reading your note. A cute thing you both started doing when the other one was asleep.

-

"Okay lets have a 20 minute break" Chaeryeong calls out while you lie down on the floor exhausted.

"Finally" Ryujin says, dragging Yeji with her.

"What are they doing together?" you ask lia and yuna and they laugh.

"Lets find out!" They say and pull Chaeryeong with them out of the practice room, leaving alone.

Atleast you were alone, for like 2 minutes??

"Missed me?" Lily asks as she closes the door behind her, looking at you with a smile.

You start to notice the marks all over her neck and collarbone as she takes off her scarf.

Oh god.

"Didn't I tell you to cover them up?" you look at her, raising an eyebrow.

"Mhm" she nods, walking to you and sitting down next to you, her lips immideatly latching onto your neck.

"Lily- the others could come in any second" you let out a small moan, trying to push her away playfully but it's like she doesn't even listen, continuing to suck on that special spot.

"I'll be quick." she whispers against your neck, her hand travelling inbetween your thighs.

You nod, spreading your legs a little so she can have better access, her hand goes under your underwear and your sweatpants in a quick move, rubbing small circles on your clit.

You bite your lip to muffle your moans, which is pretty hard with Lily teasing you like this.

"D-don't tease.." you whimper, gripping her thigh, she looks at you and chuckles.

"Okay okay.."

Her fingers dip into your hole, making you let out a little yelp while she thrusts them in and out fast, her thumb not stopping rubbing your clit.

You throw your head back, your teeth still on your bottom lip.

"Hey- I forgot to grab my phone, Ryujin was pinning Yeji against a wall- WHAT-" You look to the door of the practice room.

Fuck.

Chaeryeong stares at you both, slowly closing the door behind her.

Lily tries not to laugh, but her being here doesn't stop her as she continues curling her fingers into your sweet spot.

"H-hey Lily.. fuck..." you moan out, trying to stop her, but damn is it turning you on when Chaeryeong watches.

She doesn't move at all while watching you two, you look at her and she blushes, even panting a little??

Shes holding onto the table in the practice room, her hand seems like its gripping it.

"Come on.. Keep looking at her." Lily whispers seducingly into your ear, then going down to kiss your neck, marking you up like you did with her yesterday.

"Mhm-" you moan, your legs closing themselves on their own since you're so close. Trying to look at Chaeryeong but you notice how she is struggling to look at you too.

"Keep them open." she says, spreading your legs, wet sounds filling the room as you try to be quiet while your orgasm washes over you. She slowly stops moving her fingers, helping you ride out your orgasm.

Chaeryeong just stares at the wet spot on your grey sweatpants.

-

"It isn't that emberrassing come on..." Ryujin says while taking a sip from her beer, Yeji sitting next to her and nodding.

"Look... atleast you saved us from Chaeryeong taking a pic of me being all messy..??" Yeji says, scratching the back of her head.

"Yeah yeah..." you finish your drink and look at your phone.

'Lily: Come home.'

"You know.. its kinda late, I should get going" you say and leave some money to pay for your drink. Ryujin nods.

"See you tomorrow at practice!" Yeji says and waves at you while you walk (rather run..) out of the bar.

"Im so fucked oh god.." you say to yourself while walking back home, being glad that the apartment is not far away from the bar.

You think about everything that couldve happened to make Lily so mad that she wouldnt use any of those weird emojis, especially ending her sentence with a dot???

You close the door behind you, looking around in the living room, but it's empty?

"Lily..?" you walk around, going to the bedroom, but when you open the door, you're greeted by Lily standing there in a black silk bathrobe?

"On your knees."

"What-?"

"I'm not joking. On your knees, now." she says.

You slowly get on your knees, seeing her walking towards you. She grabs your chin with her hand and lifts it up, making you look up to her.

It's silent. So silent that you're afraid she could hear your heart beating rapidly.

"Told everyone how you fucked me, hm?" she asks in a deep voice. Images of you talking to your members proudly of how you ruined her as a christmas present.

"I-.. How do you know-"

"Is that important? No, I don't think so.

You know, people that behave like you should learn some manners." she says, going down so her mouth is next to your ear.

"Maybe I should teach you some, how about that? Hm?" she whispers. You feel shivers running down your spine.

"I-... I dont know.. uhm-"

"Stuttering now? You didn't sound so shy when you told everyone how I whimpered." she says.

"Get on the bed, face down, hips up." she says, you immideatly stand up and walk to the bed, doing as she says.

'Click'

You look over your shoulder and see Lily in her underwear (or to be exact, a sports bra that shows of her biceps and abs so well, and a pair of panties), a black strap put on. "Like what you see?

You know, you dont even need to answer, I bet you're already so wet." she says and chuckles, getting on the bed and taking your pants off, looking at the damp spot on your underwear.

"Nope, not surprised." She takes your underwear of too, aligning herself with your hole.

"W-wait no prepping-?" you ask, your voice hinted with a little fear even though this turns you on so bad.

"You're wet enough." she answers, slowly inserting her strap as she watches it dissapear completly.

You try not to moan out loud because the stretch feels just so good. Your nails dig into the pillow you laid your head on.

"You're so tight baby..." she says, laying down on top of your back, her chest pressing against it as her strap reaches even deeper, moving herself inside of you, her hot breath on your ear as she groans inbetween thrusts.

"Fuck Lily..." you moan out, eyes rolling back as she keeps fucking you in a fast pace, not caring a little bit about how you feel.

And oh god, it's emberrassing how fast you are close to your orgasm.

"I'm gonna-" "Mhm. I know" she says, kissing your neck and moving even faster, if thats even possible.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you cum, head falling on the pillow as you try to relax after your orgasm.

She pulls out, you hear another 'Click' as she takes off her strap, turning you around so you lay on your back.

You're panting as you watch her get on top of you, looking at some of the marks she left when you did it in the practice room.

She starts to kiss all over you again, sucking, biting, licking at every spot, all over your collarbone and neck, your breasts, literally everywhere.

She places a small kiss on your clit as her hands play with your nipples. She starts to move her tongue through your folds, teasing you by going to every spot except the one spot you really need her tongue on.

"Please.." you say, looking down to see her looking up to you with a grin.

"Will you be good? No trying-to-be-cool acts?" she asks and you quickly nod.

"I kinda wish they could see the way you're right now, begging the soo 'submissive' girl to tongue fuck you.." she says, then immideatly going to your hole as she starts to eat you out, making you moan immideatly.

You grip her hair, trying to push her in deeper, her hands still toying with your nipples. You squirm around as she eats you out like a wild animal, looking like there will be no end of this.

And there is no end of this.

After some times of cuming into her mouth, it seems like she just cant stop.

"Lily-" you whimper, pussy swollen while she continues to eat you out, too pussydrunk to stop, overstimulating you obviously.

"One more baby. Be good." she mumbles, the vibrations against your core making you squirm more, moaning about how close you are, how it hurts in such a good way..

Your hands grip the bedsheets, your toes curl into the mattress, your head thrown back, your back arched, your mouth repeating her name like a mantra.

"Lily.. fuck im gonna-.. Lily-!" you moan out loud, almost like a scream as you cum in her mouth again.

She slowly leans back, watching you breathing heavily, your eyes still closed. A sight she loves to see. Maybe a bit too much.

'Click'

If you werent too exhausted to notice Lily taking a picture of you in your current state, putting it in a hidden folder immideatly.

She puts her phone away, laying down next to you as she covers you both with a blanket.

"I should top you more often" she says and chuckles a little while you are already asleep.

[ourdadai]

nmixx [ haewon ] lockscreens ♡

[airaibunny]

dom!haesull x sub!fem!reader - “please, unnie?” (warnings: smut, threesome, oral, thigh riding, praise, nipple/breast play, biting)

a/n: i just realized that i didn’t think about which group the reader was supposed to be a part of. just put yourself in itzy or twice pooks, creative freedom ig. ALSO idk if there technically would be cameras in a dorm living room, just shhhhhhhhh

word count: 1.3k

you adore all of the girls in nmixx. helping them prepare for comebacks and giving them advice makes you feel amazing, but lately it’s gotten out of hand. especially with sullyoon and haewon. they ask you to come into the practice room or their dorm almost every day. of course you love that they look up to you so much, but it’s odd that they won’t ask anyone else for help.

their reasons for calling you over are also a bit ridiculous. they always need help with something they couldn’t possibly not know. or they need you to teach them how to properly do a dance move that they seem to get perfect after you explain it just once.

although you hate to admit it, this has caused a slight problem. you can’t look at haewon or sullyoon without your breath hitching. every time you help them practice, you subconsciously undress them with your eyes. you keep imagining what it’d be like to have them all to yourself, even just once. it feels wrong however, you know it couldn’t possibly happen.

regardless of all of that, when they ask if you can head over to their dorm today, you immediately say yes. you tell all of the girls goodbye and head downstairs to nmixx’s dorm. sullyoon answers when you knock on the door.

“hello y/n unnie! thank you for coming again!”

she motions for you to come in, shutting the door behind you. you think you hear it lock as well, but you pay no mind to it. “no problem, i love helping you guys!” you give her a tight hug and she hugs back. her hands move a bit lower than you were expecting, but you assure yourself she’s just starting to see you as a friend; not a mentor.

haewon walks into the room as you’re pulling away from sullyoon, running to hug you as well. once all of the hugging and greeting is done, you ask them why they told you to come see them this time.

“so, what can i help you guys with?”

you smile at them, walking over to sit on the couch. they shoot each other a concerning look, you have no clue what it means. “um, do you guys need help with vocals?” you ask again, waiting for an answer.

“we actually need some help dealing with stress.”

they both walk over to the couch, sitting at either side of you. their request seems normal, but their demeanor doesn’t. you don’t know what you’re sensing, but your cheeks feel incredibly hot.

“well, when i’m stressed i norm-“

“no, we don’t want advice. we want physical help.” haewon smirks while speaking to you. “maybe you could do that for us, unnie?” sullyoon inches closer to your face, whispering in your ear. you can feel the slick running down your underwear and likely onto your pants.

“i can’t do that.” you feel sullyoon’s lips on your neck and jump back. haewon’s hand travels up your thigh, pulling at the hem of your jeans. you want to stop them, you know you should, but you can’t.

“maybe that’s true, but we know you want to. we see how you look at us, unnie, it’s impossible to miss.”

sullyoon is still kissing your neck, roughly using her teeth to leave marks. haewon’s hands have shifted to your shirt, tugging it up. you try stopping her, but a simple tap on your wrist makes you give in.

she pulls it completely off and does the same with your bra, not giving you a second to protest. “can we touch you, unnie?” haewon looks into your eyes, practically begging for you. you nod in shame, you can’t believe you’re agreeing to this.

haewon takes her hands up to your breasts as soon as you give your approval. she use her fingers to trace circles around your nipples while leaning in to kiss you. your mind is foggy, between sullyoon and haewon’s lips on you, it’s impossibly to focus. you barely notice when your pants are pulled down, you simply let it happen.

you do notice sullyoon pulling away and kneeling in front of you. she spreads your legs open, grinning up at you when you try to close them.

“can i eat you out, please, unnie?”

you moan in response. something about such a vulgar question being asked in honorifics makes you squirm. them calling you ‘unnie’ and being so polite feels wrong when they’re defiling you like this, but it somehow turns you on.

sullyoon places soft kisses on your inner thighs, holding them in place with her hands. haewon has removed her mouth from your lips, placing it on your breasts instead. you’re a moaning mess, already hungry for more.

you suddenly feel sullyoon’s mouth on your core, placing a kiss on top of it before going in with her tongue. she trails up and down your folds, making you cry out and bring your hand to haewon’s hair.

“does that feel good, unnie?” haewon pulls away for a second, looking up at you. “yes.” you answer in between whines. you notice haewon’s hand on sullyoon’s head, pushing her further into you.

sullyoon’s lips encircle your clit, kissing and sucking it. she pushes her tongue into your entrance, earning more moans and whines from you.

“you’re doing so well, you sound so pretty.”

all of that, along with haewon still being latched onto your breasts is quick to make you reach your high.

your thighs tense and you hear sullyoon giggle at the pressure around her head. your eyes squeeze shut as sullyoon continues using her tongue on you, helping you ride out your orgasm. she comes up to kiss haewon, letting her lick your juices off her chin and lips.

“she tastes so good.” haewon smiles at you as she finishes cleaning sullyoon. “doesn’t she?” hearing them talk about you like you’re not there is incredibly arousing for some reason.

haewon moves to the end of the couch, resting on the armrest. sullyoon slightly pushes you toward her. “go sit.” you comply and sit on haewon’s lap, letting yourself fall directly on her thigh. sullyoon positions herself behind you, putting her hands on your hips.

“fuck.” you moan out, grabbing haewon’s shoulders.

“you shouldn’t say those words around us unnie, you’re supposed to be our role model.” haewon tauntingly remarks, pushing your hair out of your face. you feel sullyoon push down on your hips, grinding them against haewon’s thigh. you quickly become just as disheveled as before, moaning out in elation as your hips rock back and forth on haewon. sullyoon’s mouth lands on your shoulder, leaving bite marks and bruises on it.

“how does that feel? is she going too fast?” haewon asks, referring to sullyoon’s pace. you shake your head, unable to give a verbal answer. “good, then you don’t mind if she speeds up, unnie?” you shake your head again, desperately waiting for them to give you more.

sullyoon quickens her pace, adding more pressure to your hips. you feel haewon’s thigh flex and whimper, already on the edge again. you look down and notice how truly soaked you are, you are drenching haewon’s thigh. she notices your face and snickers.

“don’t worry, we’ll get me cleaned up when you finish.”

sullyoon is still attacking your shoulders with her mouth, making sure to leave kisses along with her bites.

your abdomen tenses for the second time and you wince in anticipation. your eyes gloss over with tears and you let them fall as your second organs hits you like a truck. sullyoon slows down gradually, waiting for you to be entirely done.

she pulls you out of haewon’s lap, giving you a kiss. “did you like that, unnie?” she questions, letting haewon kiss you as well. you nod with a smile and look around for your clothes. haewon notices and turns your face toward her.

“not yet, my thigh still needs to be cleaned, unnie.”

[madrubyy]

haewon.

se pegar comente, reposte e curta. ☆

[jinlias]

kinktober day 1 - first time w haewon

“what time do your roommates come back?” haewon’s face is red, sweaty, her hair no longer holds in a tight, slick ponytail, unlike how she arrived to your apartment earlier. there’s not even a trace of her subtle lip tint, it’s all gone within the half hour you’ve been making out on the couch.

you reach for your phone with the intention of looking at the time, but instead raise your brows at an unexpected notification and show it to her “staying with a friend” your girlfriend smirks, lifting off of you and taking you by the wrists, pulling you to the room she’s gotten to know all too well since dating you.

it’s desperate, for sure, even though you have all night, because it’s something you’ve wanted for so long that it’s almost overwhelming, you don’t know what to touch, and your hands graze almost everywhere on her body. but she can read you like a book, out of nowhere taking your hands in hers, still kissing you, and wrapping them around her waist. almost as if telling you where to start.

you’ve never gotten this far, usually your roommate comes home unannounced, or one of you gets a call involving something to deal with, it never gets to this. you like to think that’s the reason why the two of you are so clumsy towards each other, why it doesn’t go as smooth as making out or groping each other, things you’ve done one too many times. but regardless, you know it will be a memory you will treasure forever, but will also make you shiver just at the thought of it.

the walk to the bed is full of gasps, her hands squeezing whatever part of your torso she could reach. your clothes disappear in what feels like a second, and soon you’re confused whether the goosebumps on your body are from the ac in your room or haewon’s touch. having her this close makes you forget all about the awkwardness of having to fiddle around both your legs to get the tiniest bit of friction.

“ah-“ the sight of her throwing her head back, with one arm holding her up and the other holding on to you by your neck. the way her lips part as she moans your name again and again, it makes all the blood in your body rush to both your head and your cunt, the palpitations echoing with her delicate whimpers.

you’re never going to find a way to fit like puzzles, not tonight at least. but it feels so good anyway, you don’t think it’s even necessary. the way she grips onto you, and tries to meet the pace of your hips with hers, her moans and the way she reacts to you, it’s all enough to make you go insane for her, making your first time more than memorable.